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Each ocean’s floor
shakes, buckles and then erupts
when Her smile ripples.
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We have been before, rara avis, of
homogenous beauties and other-worldliness.
The elements of a special bond sealed
within a realm of possibility, we were
intuitions lodestars, unraveling resplendent
ray paths that draw to each other; spun with
the twists and turns of perpetual generation;...
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Forgive me .. my laconic mouth
.. you’re so much more than plural thought
Residual afterburn has taught me little ..
I only wish to tell you secrets and shoulder your salt
… cruise you in patterns of willow and wine.
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left humid
.. wet
I pool in circles...
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to be close to you
is to be the oil
on your skin...
the heat within
the flame on top
and the glow
after...
I could never hold
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"Stalagmite (Paradelle)"
by Jack Freedman on Tuesday, May 15, 2012 at 1:30pm ·
Cataleptic, still and sullen face
Cataleptic, still and sullen face
Frozen to the point of stalagmite tears
Frozen to the point of stalagmite tears
Stalagmites point to frozen tears
Sullen...
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i have known
and traced with crying fingertips
a different moon in each of my lover's arms
but my favorite
the one that hurts the most
as it opens
within my breast, like a swallowed atlantis
spilling my flesh warm india chest of its buried secrets
a ship wreck graveyard, torn wings in my...
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Love can kick you with a savage, vicious blow
Wounding you all the way to your sensitive, fragile core
Leaving a crippling, agonising pain
That you think you can never recover from.
Or it can dust you heavily with gold
Till you glow with the aura of euphoria
Enough to illuminate the skies...
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The way fluorescence,
pools in the bowl of your eyes,
is bliss, delivered ceramic.
Must be hypnotism,
twice the witching hour,
and potent oleander brew.
Pastel, pink as the flesh,
when tender newborns,
and your name of the East
shall be bottled, and coveted.
You won’t be...
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When I was eleven years old, I was institutionalized
for the first time
for seeing things that no one else could see.
They used to scare me
keep me awake at night
the blood that would rise from my pores in pools
and leave me emptier somehow
the doctors placed me in their big plastic...
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i.
I am winterbones and unsure hands
eyelashes painted black and poem pieces like paper maché
smile-shy and secret-colored eyes
lips like loneliness.
I am broken words and snowflake skin,
fragile thoughts past 3 a.m.
and freckles that dot my nose like dust spots.
I was made for you...
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i.
I just want
a ribcage full of thistle,
a handful of brambles caught up in my hair;
want to run wild, my heart
beating and aching as a hummingbird’s love song
want to tell the stars that they can’t fall
hard enough,
or fast enough
to fade unnoticed.
I want breaking mornings,...
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I have a canvas
she oils me sweetly,
a white rose in each eye…
Wishing words neatly scribed
settling in behind…
Painted in full bloom
a wet, wonder-swelled
swoon
of oil curled in colours
spooned in petaled perfection,
details dipped in Eden seduction,
folds of tender...
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You are the soft taste of wakefulness,
the rise in my refreshment every morn;
Shweets. You are my sugar,
you pour wild into me,
alighting my tongue to
your honeyed flavoring;
Slow dancing spring-like on taste buds
in soft swirls, lazily circling;
you slip along my mouth,
warmly teasing...
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i could trace the constellations of your scars
for hours
watching the sky faint and blue
in the cracks of you
midnight is sucking the baby rose blood from your legs
it has moved to your torso
your ribs
like a goldfish pressing its lips to glass
replacing its frailty with
sparrows...
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Once I woke this morning,
I was careful not to disturb the silver-lined clouds
drifting along-side my pillow
and beneath morning petals dew lingers
I could only taste your name
tattooed over my lips for the sake of all things graceful.
If you might love me but...
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I slept with my back to the wall,
so I might catch backwards glances at you
without your noticing,
and
it fascinated me, tirelessly
your face became the silver moon
swallowed by the crooked shadows between my fingers,
and
depending on how close I pressed your cheek to...
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You are most elusive
untamable as a heart shattered into a million red-throated sparrows
a cracked jigsaw mirror I couldn't begin to figure out
and that is why you played every character in each one of my fairytales,
whenever I wrote
the shadow-eyed king swallowing haloes of...
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Nite caress this moonfire; new epochs
born inside old eyes. See me unfold your mind
like wings
of a butterfly.
Then breathe each colour now just to feel freedom
strange shapes melting in acid rain, sky replicates fate
we could go on,...
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