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You
are a swollen tide,
blue
in sincerity;
winged
eyes and floating elbows
surging,
stealing my breath.
I
once plucked a wi..
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Stagnant awakening,
my heart deep in
muddy water,
or love,
I reach to the
bottom
and grasp hold of
you,
a star amidst all
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I want to open my
arm
like a knife to a
letter,
so swift-
to see little red
flowers
dot between my eyes
like an Indian girl
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I am in a daze, not
consumed
by my days of unyielding
sadness,
but a whim of a
flowered tongue
of love, of a flame
that lick..
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I want to be like
heaven
for him,
deep as his kiss
and light like
laughter,
where the stars
are drawn to his
lips
and he harb..
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A poem in the
middle
of the day
calls
and you,
stagnant
hot and heavy
stitch a little
more
of you into me
with just a side..
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A poem in the
middle
of the night
calls
and you,
a glittery shadow,
catch the tip of my
tongue
like a slip and a
snore.
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This room feels
like prison
but really my mind
is alright,
air-tight
I can feel him
stealing my breath
and gracing my throat
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He is a poet
like trickling
pond water
down the rugged
stones
of my heart,
smooth, yet cold to
disturb my depression
and rai..
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I shiver like a fish
with
a tattoo running
down its spine,
meaningful and
meaningless
pretty curly words
that slide off my
back
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