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The ways that my lips and eyes
curve and shine
are a language that whisper my secrets.
I have been decoded
(nothing is sacred).
Your gaze softens mine,
every time every time every time...
I do not appreciate
betraying myself under your
laughing, hazel eyes
and the heat of your torch.
You know me so well and I want you
to make me furious,
to give me the excuse
to let you be the créme de menthe
that cools the fire on my tongue.
curve and shine
are a language that whisper my secrets.
I have been decoded
(nothing is sacred).
Your gaze softens mine,
every time every time every time...
I do not appreciate
betraying myself under your
laughing, hazel eyes
and the heat of your torch.
You know me so well and I want you
to make me furious,
to give me the excuse
to let you be the créme de menthe
that cools the fire on my tongue.
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Amends
They tell me you're dying,
when you're not etching poetry
into glass.
Words as fragile as the surface they're written on,
not nearly as transparent, though.
Dotted between the lines like Morse-code,
concealed in true poetic verse.
If you want to know a poet,
just fall and one will rise.
The ink flows deep within the lines,
we just have to die to find it.
I see your plead.
They tell me I should make amends,
only the forgiveness you seek
doesn't come from me.
That boy is gone,
and with him
any debt you owed.
Still if it helps ease your passing
I'll say the words.
Like writing a hot check;
it'll get you by for a minute,
but in th
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Love slipped through my hands
When the stars collapsed--
You
followed
them
to
my
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under
this delirium is like
a kiss: momentary,
placid,
and perhaps insidious.
dreams stretch their watery
fingers, listless
and profound, over these
reflections
they twine in my hair,
thread between my fingers
(like flowers, or maybe hope),
and drench my skirts
with lost longing.
look, pre-Raphaelites, Elizabethans,
Victorian women of all ages:
this is what comes
of daring to desire.
stars burst before my eyes,
flowers sprout
in my lungs,
the last ray of light has gone
and my world is black
and blue.
I am gorged and oversoaked
with sleep.
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Ooh very nice!
Do you know about the group #EliteLiterature? They're looking for more members and asked their current members to invite people and I thought of you.
Full disclosure, yeah, there IS a contest for it, and whoever refers the most people to the group gets a 3-month membership, but if you want, you don't have to mention it was me who sent you. I still think you should join.
You can find out more here: [link]
Do you know about the group #EliteLiterature? They're looking for more members and asked their current members to invite people and I thought of you.
Full disclosure, yeah, there IS a contest for it, and whoever refers the most people to the group gets a 3-month membership, but if you want, you don't have to mention it was me who sent you. I still think you should join.
You can find out more here: [link]