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My Lioness Her hair was a softer,
        paler, whiter grade of gold.
Her skin smooth, but fit.

Her eyes glittered like spit at high noon,
        the wintry blue-green globes glancing
                to and fro.

Her nose was a cute little button,
        her lips duly formed, shaping the words
                as they poured into welcoming air
    &
LOVE.STORY DARK.  DANK.  COLD.  EMPTY.  HOLE.
DOUBT. CURIOSITY. FLIRTATION. SHOCK.
ASTONISHMENT. AFFECTION. INTRIGUE.
DARE--I--SAY--LOVE?
NO. TASTE. TOUCH. SMELL. TEASE.
G O O D B Y E . . .
CONFUSION.  ADVICE?  COPE.  HURT.
LOSS.  SOLITUDE.  REFLECT.  OVERCOME.
DARK.  DANK.  COLD.  EMPTY.  HOLE.
BETRAYAL. JEALOUSY. CONFUSION.
COMFORT.  SMILE.  OVERCOME.  HOPE.
WARMTH.  POISON.  AFFECTION.  TEASE.
HONESTY.  MUTUAL HONESTY.  SH
apology I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
A thousand times I'm sorry.
And a thousand times again.
I love you.
Always.
missing you I miss you
the warmth of you
the smell of you
    - ah, what joy, peace, what a smile that caused me -
your smile and cuddling grasp
warmed my heart
like the rays of a thousand suns
unfolding on a winter-chilled face,
the eyes flicker closed in comfort
   and ecstasy
       and love
the thought of never being touched,
loved,
felt
that way by anyone else
is a welcome addition
to the easing thoughts of love
your fingertips inspire
under the glass I wonder why they're curious, the eyes that poke and prod
        ...
I find it odd I'm seen at all,
wonder at this silent call,
a force of which I'm not aware,
this footless print that makes them stare.
I imagine all the things I'm not,
wonder which their attentions caught,
but the cry-out trait can't be the same
for all whose eyes behold my frame,
        I am inward-wild and outward-tame,
        and little of what it's thought I'm made.
So I wonder on this bench,
near flower-perfume and garbage-stench,
and
Rebuilding...Commence It's raining.
Surprise, surprise.
I'm acutely unaware
        of a hand to hold,
        another body's warmth.
Everything I see
        reminds me of her:
        the flower I wish I'd given,
        the grass I want to pad her happy footsteps,
        the forest bench and ocean air I wish I could share
               

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Rebuilding...Commence

by ~Runeshai

It's raining.
Surprise, surprise.
I'm acutely unaware
        of a hand to hold,
        another body's warmth.
Everything I see
        reminds me of her:
        the flower I wish I'd given,
        the grass I want to pad her happy footsteps,
        the forest bench and ocean air I wish I could share
                with her.
But somehow I'm reminded of you.
Yonder bench is overgrown,
        bright pink flowers wrapping their coils
                'round its faded seat,
        perhaps reminders of its happy memories,
                a guarded relic,
preserved,
protected,
        and here I sit enclosed
                trees protect and hide me while I watch,
                        a solemn predator
                        after lonely prey.
Life goes on:
        tiny flies scurry in the breeze,
        grasses wave and dance,
        leaves whisper their endless tunes.
Still... I'm reminded somehow of you.
But I don't miss you...
        I miss what I gave you...
        wish I could give it again...
        or just have it...
        or see it...
Oh, rebuilding...commence!
It's raining.
I must walk home.
Maybe I'll be cleansed.
:iconruneshai:
Written on a rain-sprinkled walk down by the water.

EDIT: Arrrggh... the lines:

';preserved,
protected,'

should be indented equal to the line above them ('a guarded relic';). I tried multiple times to no avail so just ... imagine they're placed correctly. BTW it's the thought processes of each sentence that determined the indentation levels.
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