Éloa

  • The Sculpture

          I was made up what artists dream of   He once told me   His fingers slid delicately along my own as if he was the one who sculpted me himself   No bumps no cracks marring my skin   It’s just me what he has made me   Not hiding his…

    Éloa

  • Queen Anne’s Lace

      How old am I and no one ever thought to bring me flowers? Not until you came along, you were the only flower I needed. A dwindle of shrubs, rough patches marring the earth scarring it with sandpaper meadows. Barley peeled back to show you what I kept hidden inside, what I was made…

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  • Sweet Bergamasque

          She was nothing sweet like Bergamasque   Could’ve had bits of Mozart in her sprinkles of Requiems yet she didn’t do it for the dead   She did it for the ones who couldn’t stand her essence yet craved her memory   A solemn treaty of sentiment   Words that could never…

    Éloa

  • An Ode to Hades

    “Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.” -Pauline Albanese     You had the taste of lust written across your lips it was there etched into your eyes   Pomegranate shaped orbs that made me crave to pick that seed up and…

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  • Blue Mold

        This city is beautiful at night with the light of the moon bustling down below on you   Yet being so close to the clouds one can’t feel any of it   The people are so small taking their bags in tenfold like little ants are those specs of dust   The nightlights…

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  • Dalliance & Wax

        It tipped itself on me   Cream the color of that fluorescent paper thin sphere in the sky   It flickered like those flames that touch a colored wick   It smelled like cruelty wickedness   The burning embers of Hades   was so fine   It sparkled in the air like an…

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  • Hyakinthos’ Cry

    ‘Oed’ und leer das Meer’     You gave me hyacinths from your garden   Crude little buds that were as green as those lies lies lies that ricocheted out of your mouth and into my throat I had become nauseated because of those incipient little blossoms   I imagined a prickled case around those…

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  • Take Me To The Sky

        You had eyes like the setting sun fiery gold with specs of amber delicate fingers plush lips   I remember first laying eyes on you our souls burning to stay reunited   I would serenade you with breakfast at Tiffany’s a moon and a river and tidbits of huckleberry   We spent eons…

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  • Diphylleia Grayi

      You were painted crystal white   You held that pen wrote it in a way that could make those letters come to life   With your crucifix to ward them off   Those people stood there to watch their eyes held wonder   They wanted to reach out and touch caress what they could…

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  • Whiskey and Murakami

    “Guts have to go for the long haul. Curiosity’s like a fun friend you can’t really trust. It turns you on and then it leaves you to make it on your own – with whatever guts you can muster.” -Haruki Murakami       Are you drinking right now darling? She would ask me when…

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  • Drops of Jupiter

    let’s taste it darling   put our passion together and paint red across the sky as you recount those same spells against my skin   until we can’t tell day from night winter from spring   that velvet tongue of yours could roll across me in waves of cashmere light me up like July’s sovereignty…

    Éloa

  • Psykhe’s Plea

      You were born from the tips of a butterflies compass Systematic members that form a figure eight as you take flight   But you are paper thin   So thin darling   We can all see right through you To the spear that’s engraved into that heart of yours You would have thought it…

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  • Rose in Bloom

        Sweet words line your lips they’re laced with saccharine that feels like molasses as it goes down   I become entrapped   You’ve always had it in you that sick thrill   Your eyes would turn crimson the same color my cheeks would   I began to fall for that sting   Your…

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  • Requiem for Icarus

        It sounded like a calm day on the shore wind rushing rustling hair the color of classic films you’d feed me with breakfast at Tiffany’s serenade the moon to me with bits of passion I blush the same color as the setting sky and melt with you   It was the color of…

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  • Peitho’s Muse

          She kisses like an artist would   Meticulous with bits of the raging sea etched onto her tongue It would lap away at me just like that sand   and I could almost taste it   When she would hover above me Only she would be able to distinguish which notes to…

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