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A funny lil'yaoi poemlove the way you smile
I love the way you blush
I love it when you look at me like that
It makes by brain turn to mush
Your hair, your eyes,
your laughs, your cries
The way you try
to fly away
From me, from your denial
from watching me watching you
change your dial
Of your cell
I know you well
I call you everyday
I can tell
your not so well
when I'm around
Everyday I give you flowers
From roses to tulips
But you still reject me
and try to walk away from two lips
that were about to be placed on your cheek
and probably your face...and neck...
I can see why your run
To prevent us having a little fun
time and time and time again.....
Were both men...
I woke up with a fright
At 6 AM
And kept twitching till 6 PM
Two men were in my dreams that night
and at first It didn't feel right.
But them I came home
And went on my comp
haven't seen it in a while
I gave it a glomp
I did a little research
on that dream
its called yaoi
that it seems
I looked and loo
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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