Susanamia

Susanamia

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Susanamia 3 years ago 2
He Wood
Moss and silt
the forest floor,
breath from your body,
exhaled by your skin,
your hair,
so entirely you.

I find it
where my kisses live,
in the hollow
just below your ear,
it’s there in the space
just above your heart
like vapor
released by its beating.

When I leave you
For an hour or two
I take it with me
on my clothes
like mist on my flesh,
like fog in my hair.

When you leave me,
it stays behind,
on my clothes
my flesh,
my hair,
and in the memory
of your caress.
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Susanamia 3 years ago
Fleur d'Oranger, Fragonard
I know this from the groves
speckled orange with fruit,
petal spotted white,
with leaves so green
they grip your soul.

I know this from a sunset,
From a time before you,
If there really ever was
a time before you.
I remember it so well,
But in memory,
Now shifted,
You were there
only because
I wish you had been.

Sweet and fresh
as a child’s hair
drying in the sun,
it lays languid
on my skin
and fills my heart
with sweetness
that once was lost
and now
is found
again.
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Susanamia 3 years ago 1
Black Afgano

This scent’s so new
it has no basis in experience,
no relation to you yet,
only to me,
to my skin
where it smolders
like cinders in a hookah,
intoxicating me
with each breath,
inviting me
into another addiction
of the sort
that is the truth of you,
of us.

Will it speak to you
softly,
in your own tongue,
as it speaks to me?
Will it evoke in you
the touch of my mouth
on your throat,
as it reminds me
of yours on mine?

It takes my breath away,
As you do,too.
And so,
When you learn its secrets,
Will you feel the same,
I wonder,
willing it to ravish you,
and leave you longing,
waiting,
wanting.
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Susanamia 3 years ago 1
Dans Te Bras
Je veux être
dans tes bras
Je veux danser
dans tes bras
Je veux dormir,
dans tes bras
Je veux respirer
dans tes bras.
Comme un fil,
tes bras m'entourent.
Je suis comme un oiseau
sans ailes,
sans désir de voler.
Je suis heureux comme ça
entièrement capturé
dans tes bras,
où je veux vivre
pour toujours.
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Susanamia 3 years ago 1
Musc Ravageur
Breath ragged,
trembling
limbs tangled
hands impatient
Flutter madly
like doves,
startled from a steeple.

Moist sheets,
Twisted by passion
into ropes
for escaping
through the window
of today,
not considering
tomorrow,
The time is here,
The moment,
now.
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