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of the once brave.
in the face
of dumb, festering
of the sons drove
in the place
there will be
the one next
to you when your
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A logic of patterns
align at once.
He's sharing at once his most intimate self,
then looks at me to do the same,
uncomprehending of the shallow depths
he cannot pierce with light,
but would only soak him to his ankles
if he stepped inside.
Three: To Narcissistic Idealists
I was underexposed to music
and cannot translate into a rhythmic language
that which I speak. So my words may be harsher,
more honest, the stuff that most can't take—
I like to think we'll be forgotten spectacularly.
Four: always in may—
meadow lark of the late spring
whistles to me in His tune:
an aubade, crisp and longing,
renders me awestruck,
wanting what I left in Ourself.
Five: Mami's Poem
"how deep is our disgust for women
that imbedded in the two languages we speak,
our nouns to describe her are softer,
less powerful on the tongue."
Dandelion QueenI dream of the ocean;Dandelion Queen by intricately-ordinary
that paper-thin line where
the current swallows the stars
and the water churns violet
(you tell me to be
dandelion queen, we've
heard all these words before)
I will sleep heavy
and wake a few hours before dawn,
only to forget my name
my wave-weathered heart will cry,
I will cry (my biggest fear
is drowning in too many
of my own weighted words
you tell me to be
so I can hear the world breathe)
I want to go home
impression Ishe dresses slowly, slippingimpression I by 0hgravity
tired arms into little black dress--
sleeveless holes hide nothing.
the morning light spilling in
shadows his back, casting shoulder blades
in high relief.
The DreamingSome mornings I can feelThe Dreaming by callerofcrows
your lips pressed to my forehead,
and when I pull closer I wake
to empty blankets.
That's when I roll onto my back
and close my eyes tighter
to will your form next to me,
though wishful thinking
never made anybody materialize before.
I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.
I have walked with you in dreaming
ten years on and off,
and you found me by chance in words.
We loved without meeting for
Why shouldn't my mind
conjure you here?
For that's most of what we were,
dreams and words,
before you ventured to me.
If I could hold out to holding you,
I should be able to will you here.
We've waited long enough,
it's only fair...
though I suppose that,
while it defies the brain
and sometimes the body it serves,
the heart must at least
obey laws of science.
So I'll unclench my eyes
and roll onto my side,
as I hold onto dreaming
until you're here.
atlasmy subconscious is a continent, my bonesatlas by forestmeetwildfire
the aching tectonic plates of the earth
rubbing raw against yours. take me
deep into the technicolor canvas
of your mind, paint my body with
the soft brush of your lips. find all
my creases and crooks and pry me
open quietly, let my spine crack
open like an old book. take me
out to watch the stars
and we'll feel our worry melting
away. nothing is more clear
than breath swirling into fog, pink cheeks
and shy smiles.
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