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Poetry · Writing

third arc

October 10, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i think it’s the butterflies

the ones in springs

& the ones in my tummy

when i fall hundred feet from the sky

into your lap;

eyes rollback

when i have your body back

Poetry · Writing

untitled 11

September 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

a moment,

sweet & short

capped off with a drink~

a moment

we made love with

a moment

untouched by the outside world

that lives

like a stallion in open fields

Poetry · Writing

2nd breakfast

September 14, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i just ate;

fulfilled to the max

counting our stacks

war with our axes

rewriting all our exes;

i just ate,

now i’m full

Poetry · Writing

first & last shot in the chamber

September 7, 2021September 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

no games

just tell me you’re ready;

i think this was the plan

since we met

but we didn’t listen-

so after you see this;

know my mind has been stuck

my soul wanders a string

of second & third hands

waiting for yours;

no games

just tell me

Writing

remember her in the yellow dress

September 5, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

he stares

-obviously

he remembers

when their eyes met

a latte ago

Poetry · Writing

high noon

September 4, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i choose not to shoot-

to wait;

but everything

everything

is telling me

to let rounds fly;

Poetry · Writing

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July 21, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

if it was meant to be

there wouldn’t be

this

space

between me

and

you

Poetry · Writing

role play

June 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

your energy

is a pint to my veins

never enough;

feeding my needs

in a hand cup

tied with loose handcuffs

Poetry · Writing

late night presentation;

June 5, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

today is our debut

come over here

listen close

on your bare back—

i’ll blow your mind

Poetry · Writing

a second thought

June 2, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we fucked

you came

i faked

something real

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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