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sometimes
you just can't tell
the difference between
crumpled
paper skin
and the taste
of someone else
in your mouth.
ropes bound across
your chest,
don't choke -
they'll keep you trapped
until your wishes are
dry
and your longings
long dead.
Literature
Anonymity
Confusion.
Forgotten access
memories of another person
another year
another moment
in time.
Literature
on the cusp
it is just that when i let go of you
when i let go
it's hard to remain that perfect without you.
--
the in-between of love, buds- so full of potential
our love is written in whispers on the pages
of a book which has not yet been opened.
--
that day, the sun had erased the last lines
of an unforgiving winter from my skin, i was renewed
olive skinned and feeling as if i had just fled the eternal
garden naked as i came- free, fallen.
--
the sky was dark;
nothing but the blood red smile of the moon
cut through the transient darkness of the night.
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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sometimes
you just can't tell
the difference between
crumpled
paper skin
and the taste
of someone else
in your mouth.
This doesn't make sense... and yet somehow it does.
This doesn't make sense... and yet somehow it does.