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I'm all curled up in the scent of you
And the way it hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
It's your sweetness and warmth
And the smile in your eyes
The set of your mouth
And the fall of your hair
It holds me when you're far away
Gathers me up and keeps me still
It's your whisper
And the crook of your neck
The curve of your arm
And your measured breath
I'm all curled up in the scent of you
And the promise that hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
And the way it hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
It's your sweetness and warmth
And the smile in your eyes
The set of your mouth
And the fall of your hair
It holds me when you're far away
Gathers me up and keeps me still
It's your whisper
And the crook of your neck
The curve of your arm
And your measured breath
I'm all curled up in the scent of you
And the promise that hangs in the air
Long after you've gone
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Responding
Your elusive smile made me wonder,
If you believe I missed you at all.
It's like the inches between us,
Just a little too far for you to feel the aching of my heart.
But the kiss that swept me unprepared,
Made me realize just how much you miss me,
How much your smile hid,
And how my love will always respond to you in return.
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stranger
you came clinging to the grace of a summer storm's
underbreath, came cold hands and tired eyes
and a bruised lip i'd longed to kiss
when you stumbled on night listing
too far to the left
cross my thistledown garden by old dusks
that wilt between, i'll keep my door open:
your lady in sepia doesn't live here, only
the ghosts and i -- and Grandmother,
in the far-between wanders when she can
remember --
but i've a place where you can
lay your wayworn bones to dry, and
if morning should come calling, i'll not
tell her where you sleep. and stayed awhile.
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dare you reject me?
my name is help.
everyone wants me at the wrong time,
my name constantly being torn from parched throats and shrieked with hoarse voices.
unless you're happy.
then you don't want or
need me.
many can't accept me, even when i masquerade myself as 'assistance' or 'aid'.
pride is no friend of mine and
i make a lover out of every furious emotion a human can comprehend;
anguish on mondays, fright on tuesdays,
resentment on wednesdays,
fear on thursdays,
hopelessness on fridays, anger on saturdays,
reluctance on sundays.
i flirt with disaster and shun predictability like a bad habit.
there's a rumor going around that i taste bitte
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This is quite nice. The structure is good, solid but not rough.