Fervid Osculation

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Focus forces to

lift
from the blur your sharp hazel

eyes.

Infinite, hollow innuendos

suspend
the formless fiction of

love.

Curves correspond and

rift
in symmetry, like flower

pedals.

Time loses its context and

upends
into the eternal and

ephemeral,

remiss to

all
who watch us

kiss.

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Please make suggestions and criticisms, I feel this needs revision but am not sure what to do.
"The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible." — Einstein




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I loved the words. Especially this:

Infinite, hollow innuendos


I'm tempted to steal that and put it somewhere x) But I won't. ..Anyway, the only thing that I personally could think of that stuck out like a sore thumb to me was the style you put it in. The way you broke it all up and the way the lines were spaced out was a little weird. But maybe that's just me. Either way, I figured I'd make a note of it in my review. Because the words were so nice, I don't think the weird spacing patterns were that necessary. But again, this is my own opinion.

Your ending was very nice. The way you ended it on such a mellow/dramatic note was really very nice. Good job with this. But I'm sorry to say that I too am stumped at how this could be tweaked to be better. 0_o I'll come back if I think of anything, but maybe someone else might have luck in pointing something out that I couldn't.

PS..
Spoiler
Time loses its context and

upends
into the eternal and

ephemeral,

remiss to

all
who watch us

kiss.


This is great x).. Keep writing beautiful poetry.
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This is simply beautiful. I have always loved your work and this is nothing short of the rest of your poems. I love the syle of the stanzas. It reminds me so much of E.E. Cummings, my favorite poet. I love the adjectives you use and how you all tie it into a love poem. I never like love poems but I love this one.

It seemed a little choppy at first. I had to read it twice, but I don't know how you would fix that. Other than that this is amazing.

-Flow-
My reality comes to a close as I once again realize that you don't love me, and even if I love you with my everything you will never care.




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