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110. Lukewarm
by Kea Campbell

The lake plays with twilight, seeping amber and rose, 
it paints a faint reflection before the dark of night grows. 
Your fingers brush near mine, steady and hushed, 
beneath the slow fading light, folding time leisurely, not rushed.
 
Windows rolled down, our music sweeping through the streets, 
carrying the laughter and words we were too nervous to speak. 
You harmonized to my melody, two lives syncretic-ally strummed, 
Every refrain folded us closer into our own world of young love.
 

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109. Hung Up
by Kea Campbell

I drank the molten gold of dawn, the scent of sunburnt cedar slow and deep.
Your name a whispered latticework, weaving through the marrow of my sleep.
I folded it inside the clefts where secrets rot and angels weep.
And wore it like a savage bloom, thriving where the broken keep.

You smiled and twilight thickened, thick as honey spilled in dusk’s soft cave.
A quiet pulse beneath my ribs, a tether forged from what I crave.
The air dripped ripe with bruised peaches, heavy in the slow decay.
While shadows breathed in fractured light, tangled in the frayed ballet.


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Recent Hopeless romantic Poems
110. Lukewarm
by Kea Campbell

The lake plays with twilight, seeping amber and rose, 
it paints a faint reflection before the dark of night grows. 
Your fingers brush near mine, steady and hushed, 
beneath the slow fading light, folding time leisurely, not rushed.
 
Windows rolled down, our music sweeping through the streets, 
carrying the laughter and words we were too nervous to speak. 
You harmonized to my melody, two lives syncretic-ally strummed, 
Every refrain folded us closer into our own world of young love.
 

......

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109. Hung Up
by Kea Campbell

I drank the molten gold of dawn, the scent of sunburnt cedar slow and deep.
Your name a whispered latticework, weaving through the marrow of my sleep.
I folded it inside the clefts where secrets rot and angels weep.
And wore it like a savage bloom, thriving where the broken keep.

You smiled and twilight thickened, thick as honey spilled in dusk’s soft cave.
A quiet pulse beneath my ribs, a tether forged from what I crave.
The air dripped ripe with bruised peaches, heavy in the slow decay.
While shadows breathed in fractured light, tangled in the frayed ballet.


......

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