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Watching Her Sleep


She clutches her bear
when lonely
smokes sometimes
when she feels

I am patient with her
like she is my therapist
she said I redefine love
and its culture
but she is all
I know of love

She is every good thing
only human still

We revolve around "reality"
study cultures
till we find our own
She feels like my home

We stack dreams
on top of oxytocin
because its the only thing
that will hold the weight

I can feel her arms
around my neck
her body against mine
even when she isn't there

When i met her
I dreamed
in some lifetime
she would love me

Until now
I wondered
if my Karma
was bad.


  1. This floats such a universal sense of longing, belonging and fulfillment, made more delicate and worthwhile by feeling also unique to your pair of lovers. And an education about the oxytocin--you've used it as a very speaking image here. Music is perfect, also.

  2. Great work, Theron. The last stanza puts it on a whole other level. The search for and emphasis on culture is quite interesting, especially how home is introduced. Another top notch poem.

  3. strange - i could've sworn i commented on this already...very honest and heartfelt piece..still like the same part most

    She is every good thing
    only human still

  4. This is as Desert says, just BEAUTIFUL. Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender

  5. Karma isn't 'ggod' or 'bad' - Karma just is, and it reflects back upon us as we do, like a mirror.

    (Judging from these words of love, I'm guessing you should count your reflections as 'good')

  6. Intriguing poem. Says a lot but also leaves an air of mystery.

  7. Karma's a bitch lol she gives you a taste of something then takes it away. Loved your style Theron. Will be back :)

  8. Solid work, with some striking verses ("Wes stack dreams/. . . great stanza, as was the end-stanza.)

  9. patient, therapist, oxytocin are words that give this piece a depth beyond the images and even beyond the feelings presented--good work.

  10. HI Theron

    Its so beautifully and emotional.. I could relate to this... a lot. I have been writing about this feeling for some time now...
    I love your lines...
    'I can feel her arms
    around my neck
    her body against mine
    even when she isn't there'
    Thanks for sharing...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter: @VerseEveryDay

  11. wow this hits at sooo many level. Love and hope but also being lost

    you dealt with young love well


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