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Sweet Irony
I seek refuge in words to escape from words the sweet irony in what gives you most joy gives you most pain what liberates you captivates you . . .
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A splinter.
A splinter in the vast A splice of time A day in Mayflies A momentary split Dawn till Night engulfs whole
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Inside Out.
Turn me inside out through words wholly lived emptying the insides out into space till there is nothing of me left in here but everywhere . . .
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A moment in You
Time cease when I fall in your spell a moment stretches to eternity— misty breaths stirrings of the heart I surprise myself when I awake to the rhythm of life— A Day has gone past in an hour of the Hand. In such moments, Love I can believe ***
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Life’s Fervor
rose tinted lenses blades of grass between the toes puffs of clouds in smoke dappled sunlight seeping in rolling hills of belly laughter butterfly kisses on puckered flowers fur nuzzling in heat fingers softly tracing skin sensational aphrodisiac
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Devoured
Demolish me in your chaos I stand at the precipice of edge of mind waiting for the push to tip over ready for my next step toes meeting air the heart drop fall into nothing and be devoured in you
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A game.
slippery thing wiggly squiggly dance flitting between these fingers too playful to catch tantalizingly calling me tugging the corners of my lips indulging each other in a chase eternal A game of sheer delight.
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Impermanence.
Here and gone like barefooted imprints on the sands near the shores There and not there washed away by the waves a secret touch that none feel but two dissolving into one . . .
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Thrum.
Everyday Thrum with yourself break apart in a thousand hues a thousand subtle hues more and even more thousand sheer glimmers, then barely perceptible and then something unknown and magical terrible and beautiful
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Few words.
How do I show you, you? There is nothing greater than holding a mirror to give you You.. A few words now cobbled together buffed and shined over and over a shard of a mirror in the form of poetry To show you You..
MindWraith 