I didn’t know it was a secret
Love Poems
Edward Salem
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/1764386/love-poems
I didn’t know it was a secret
Love Poems
Edward Salem
#Poetry #EdwardSalem #LovePoems #WestBank #Cologne #Chicken #Cousin #Betrayal
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/1764386/love-poems
in me the moon rises
in me the sea swells
in me the surf breaks
my heart awakens
to the song of waves
my tides
seek you out
i carry too much ocean within me
for a quiet life
all of me is drawn to you
again, again
with you i want to be the tide
with you i forget the shore
with you i am
open sea
#EmilyDickinson #Poem Number 84
Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a “diver” —
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home —
I — a sparrow — build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
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Still Here 🧵 1 of 2
by Crissy Bliss Addams
17 years ago,
she spoke to me from behind the glass
at the Humane Society —
not with a cry,
but a casual hello,
like we’d always known each other.
She’d was found on the streets,
a young mother with newborns.
Her kittens were adopted,
she was fixed,
and finally free to be chosen.
She chose me.
And I said yes.
She’s never been a lap cat.
But if when I'm peaceful,
she’ll sit nearby —
close enough to feel me,
far enough to be herself.
As she grew older,
she wanted to be outside more.
Not alone —
with me.
So I followed her into the sun,
into the quiet,
into the rhythm of her world.
🔥 Return to the Flame
by Crissy Bliss Addams
I don’t wait—
I ache.
I stretch across hours
like silk pulled taut
over desire.
The bed misses your weight.
My body misses your caress.
I miss the way you unravel me
with a glance,
then stitch me back together
with your hands.
This is not patience—
it’s hunger.
It’s the slow burn
of a lioness pacing,
claws unsheathed,
mouth wet with want.
I am not lonely—
I am loaded.
Primed.
Every cell rehearsing
the choreography of our reunion.
You are the storm I crave.
The sweat.
The surrender.
The sacred heat
that makes me forget
everything but you.
Come home,
and I will show you
how love tastes
when it’s starved,
how pleasure feels
when it’s earned.
I am not waiting—
I am ready.
And when you walk through that door,
I will ignite again.
For you.
With you.
Into you.
🔥 I am the fire that never flickers—only flares when you return.
💕 🦋 “It was only six nights, but when I looked in his eyes, I realised I was searching for forever.”
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excerpt from The Smile,
by William Blake, written c.1804
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Titre : Pinacle
À quoi bon un toit au kiosque de Trajan
Alors que quand je t’y baisais les fossettes
Après que nous l’ayons gagné en nageant,
Notre amour suffit à en être le faîte ?
لمَ سقف لى كشك تراجان،
حين كنت أقبّل غمازتيك فيه
بعد أن سبحنا إليه معًا؟
أليس حبّنا كان كافيًا ليكون هو القمّة؟
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