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hellllo friends! My name is Anna Claire, or AC for short (not just Anna or Claire!), and I write poetry sometimes. I will post some of them here so that you can read them. Feel free to comment! I love feedback! :D

I only have one poem so far with mature themes and it, as well as any others I might write in the future, will be marked in the table of contents below!

also, you can read all of my poems on my tumblr here: http://lysate.tumblr.com/tagged/poetry

a perfect body
I saw but twice
the first pressed ‘gainst mine
and the second
glimpsed just in passing

and a perfect mind
I’ve yet to find
we all have problems
darling, yes we
all have our catches

I have tasted once
the perfect soul
yet its fleeting scent
escapes me now
you were too fragile

there is no pure thing
has not been touched
'midst the sin and strife
of this foul world
we must call our home

yet there is still love
and hope, and faith
and there is beauty
music, sweet things
green tea and poetry

bearing the cold air
as we fed the crows
wasting peanuts on scavengers
that certainly would not hunger
for lack of your care
but I said nothing
because it made you happy and
you needed something to care for
in lieu of your birds
and other creatures
only just since left your auspice
leaving you alone except for
the crows that we fed
your mother
and me.

hook and eye
button and loop
buckle and clasp
zipper and pull
pull, pull

cotton and silk
denim and belt
blanket and sheet
feather and down
down, down

body and warmth
breath and heat
skin and pressure
mouth and wet
wet, wet

lip and neck
tooth and ear
hand and breast
finger and deep
deep, deep

gasp and moan
whisper and tell
quiver and shake
shudder and yes
yes, yes

taste and scent
image and mind
feeling and sense
passion and lust
lust, lust

words are for poets,
writers and authors
of which we both are.
smiths of the language
with the quill our arm,
ink our munition,
the page our front line
where battles are fought.
but we don’t need words
where we’re going.

silence is enough,
for you from myself.
I wield words with an
art long forgotten;
subtle and restrained
like spice in the cake,
where yours are more like
the starch that binds it.
but we don’t need words
where we’re going.

the noise can’t describe
what words don’t define.
as much as I search,
answers I can’t find.
but the music is
still ever so sweet
with lyrics from tongue
foreign to my ears.
'cause we don't need words
where we’re going

words are like shadows;
why bother looking
for what won’t be found?
we may never know
what to call it, but
I know what I want:
whatever we have,
wherever it goes.
so we don’t need words—
no, not even one—

we’ll never need words
where we’re going.

a loving embrace, a kiss on the cheek
one last caress as our eyes meet
an ache that is burning beyond the veil
this is the end, though I know not
a final farewell, said without saying
intentions spoke without words, but
we’ll never need words, no longer, no more
no, we don’t need words where we’ve gone

you’re a tower on a hill
standing tall in the present
looking out to the future
you impress the solidity
of a sturdy pillar

but we don’t see what’s inside
you’re a ruin and a wreck
you’re leaning into the wind
you’re holding onto the last thread
of the rope you hang from

they came to you for shelter
you opened up just for them
they promised they’d stay but they
always leave eventually
like passing transients

but you are the tower still
standing lonely on the hill
weathering every storm
that batters against your tough walls
and rattles the windows

your foundation never shifts
no you will never fall down
you’ll stay upright till the end
because the world from your vantage
is still yours yet to take

mortar the bricks in your walls
patch up the holes with plaster
rearrange the furniture
make room for the next visitor
this one might even stay