Category: Poetry
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An hour sliced off
I know there are still wars outside not just the ones for territory fighting for things that will only ever belong to us for an hour sliced off the lifespans snuffed but the cold wars of the mind, hunger and bonds of blood and in this cocoon I find myself in I sleep a while in…
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My name in her mouth
I loved her more, than I can know her yellow-pink smile, sing-song voice lit eyes that widened to meet mine She moved to the rhythm of her seasons and I, have fallen for her from the time my name, fell from her thin lips like laughing clear water a call, that trembles, the chambers of…
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Recognition shining
You would think it is the Day of Reckoning Heaven split, marbled gold towers tumbling Hell clodded in earth, banked into soft ash and the people of the world clasping hands, recognition shining in their eyes one joyous smile to another, one uproar to another ‘I see you!’ “I see you!” and the sky streaks in…
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Naked Touch
It is not a dirty world it is, innocence confused led blind by blind. Slip off the clothes, let it pool around you, the blindfolds undone and look into the abyss blinking back Feel your naked gooseflesh Watch the jerky movement of your joints come to life by your will Watch how each atom in…
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Night Unnamed
The warm fleece upon my shoulders the wings set along my blades the fire sparked within my belly, the lute wrought into my throat all placed by the weaves of her deep tresses her upon whom I wish her upon whom I pray she who thrums through my breast, strikes the skin on my bones…
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The Lover
There is a man with a lute his eyes thread clouds sunsets line his skin, and soil perfume his breath, ever present, ever-awake— He never speaks but through strings he sings a yearning for what has gone and come gone again… like lovers linked in a dance, spinning away till hands stretch to the last filament…
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It waits
crack a whisper through the gaps of your fisted silence, let the tears spill down your thin pressed lips, soften your hands clasped around locked knees I am losing hope here, my fingers don’t reach you and your smiling face— looks painful. Love, drop the bottle of polish, already spilling to the side The night whispers…
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Sea cry
The mist lifts lightly to the sky, I, could not reach. The bedrock that rose from my back pull around me pierce the mindless blue. I envy them for their taste of molten gold, that for me, only a mirage swallowed up in ceaseless movement. In sun-drenched bodies do I taste a morsel. They plunge into my…
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No echo
What distance grows but longing when once I felt their laughter play on my lips now ring around in the dark no echo to my shrill quakes A fever pitch in the emptiness higher and higher
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Hope, Emily
Hope, Emily, is not a thing with feathers It is dread fluffed up and warm. And when storms come as it must the wings flaying too long swoop low under the pelting rain –crunched, by a speeding locomotive. Where hope is dread is only a feather’s breadth away It doesn’t ask a crumb of me It…
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