{"id":74500,"date":"2020-06-28T03:45:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T07:45:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=74500"},"modified":"2020-06-28T03:45:09","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T07:45:09","slug":"we-live-that-word","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/we-live-that-word\/","title":{"rendered":"We live that word"},"content":{"rendered":"<hr \/>\n<p>She lifts me with her laugh leaving me longing for more ways to bring her joy<br \/>\nWe join in song, voices dancing like dolphins dipping across crested waves<br \/>\nHer heart holds a capacity for caring and kindness akin to tales of saints<br \/>\nHer eyes are an endless pool of wonder and curiosity<br \/>\nHer lips melt into mine with tenderness and the tension of anticipation<br \/>\nI hold her like a puzzle piece holds it&#8217;s partner<br \/>\nOur bodies curving together in a yin yang releasing reality from parameters of what was previously believed possible<br \/>\nWhen we pray together miracles manifest<br \/>\nI find peace while watching her sleep<br \/>\nHer angelic innocence emanates from her exhales casting a spell that binds me to her essence.<br \/>\nWhen apart she flutters around my mind distracting me with delights from our last dalliance<br \/>\nMy phone rings joyfully when she&#8217;s on the line<br \/>\nEverytime I hear her call me babe I fall a little deeper for this Aphrodite diety<br \/>\nI yearn to provide all of her needs before she even knows them.<br \/>\nI dote on her desires like Hephestus tending the fires of his forge<br \/>\nI take pleasure when we exchange teaching and learning<br \/>\nEven when she is in the next room I find myself yearning<br \/>\nOur passion purifies my soul burning away particles of past pain<br \/>\nI eagerly await the day we share the same last name<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She lifts me with her laugh leaving me longing for more ways to bring her joy We join in song, voices dancing like dolphins dipping across crested waves Her heart holds a capacity for caring and kindness akin to tales of saints Her eyes are&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1506,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74500","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74500","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1506"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74500"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":74512,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74500\/revisions\/74512"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}