Éloa

  • Medusa and Herr Lover

        She had a serpents tongue ringlets of venom lingered off her lips One could have turned to stone if they gazed too long   But for me   I would have looked into the eyes of Hades battle mountains themselves just for a glimpse of those smooth emeralds   I had come to…

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  • chimes

        Loving you is like tasting spring chasing the wind feeling dew drops trace your skin

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  • wretched sweetheart

      You are a danger to me you welcome me with warning shots   Blood curdling screams echo inside of plastered walls with broken palates on concave canvases   You are a threat to me with your pin shaped eyes and blighted tongue   I would smite that tongue

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  • interface

      I’m picking sticking on pine needles   laying on evergreen leaves while the sun the sun sings to me   he trifles with me makes it so I won’t ever leave   he brings vitality breathes constant particles of life into me   and I’m growing flowing becoming rays

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  • playing with fire

        If I look at the sun too long will he blind me? patronize me?   Or will he blush?   I reckon that those rays would burn me alive make me feel alive

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  • breaking point

        it only rains when I’m feeling blue   that sky swallows me up whole and spits me out along with those drops

    Éloa

  • doll

    You must have been so easy to love   The way you let that man walk walk walk all over that pretty little heart of yours, girl   I had watched him do it he held you in one hand your heart in the other   Eight beats was all it took   All it…

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  • burnt offerings

    You told me you were leaving   I watched you pace that empty house   It was more of a vessel   A receptacle   It held nothing but twisted limbs and foreboding bodies   I had lost myself in that house   I have no idea who I am   But you two  …

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  • Two Lips & tulips

      I would leave you with budding kisses springing up on your chest   I’d pluck each and every one   Leave you breathless   I would take my time darling peel back each petal until you unravel

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  • molasses

        I can still taste you on my tongue   Thrilling drops of butterfly greetings right on the tip   You leave me bewitched impractically delirious compressed with fevers   I begin to melt

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  • seedless buds

      I have been so empty nothing but a vessel a kettle for the pot   Did I ever have you?   A pot calling the kettle, he called me- frosted receptacles I am nothing but dust   I never had you

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  • Deceitful Delight

      Do you know what it feels like to not be missed   I couldn’t even begin to trace the outlines of my sorrows   Those haphazard days   They were menacing my loneliness kept me in a freight   It shook me up made glee out of my grief   I miss that delight

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  • Love in Different Times

    “The course of true love never did run smooth.” -William Shakespeare   Is there a chance that we will ever cross paths   Will I ever get to love you

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  • from you, To Autumn

    It is autumn now   The last time we spoke was when the summer breeze was still kissing the trees   Now they are dying their brittle dances wherever you are   It is just lively here   Those twigs have grown producing lilac and crimson petals that eat the ground up   You would…

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  • Tangled Matter

      That vault was endless   An estuary of ravaged dust trickled matter   Painted properties that lined my sky   I want that shine

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