earth tones
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balladeer
You are my hell and high waters the reason I reach the sea unfathomably deep that swallows me shallowly like waves waves that lap up sand it cannot reach You are the trenches my mariana, who holds not what she knows of but everything meant to be explored It’s an exposition an incomprehension our love…
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abrasion
You remind me of memories of emeries leaves clouding less of the trees they cover the soil the shards that we walk on they make up dust matted pines little tracks that follow you in white it is air and you flow with wind you are saintly
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capturing Venus
She only comes alive when spring is near. When light drips Aurelian, the air looking of primrose. It makes one think of rolling waters, bronzed buds; dampened moonbeams sculpted on torsos, her planted mounds atop my flesh. She badgered me with peach-stricken kisses, claret curls of her tongue. Smothering me until I was blue and…
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two cycles of Hades
You wither under these blue skies, as if anything more coruscating than that black beacon of death will hurt you. I admire you because of it; how your coating seems infinitely polished when icicles are writhing, waiting to impale your flesh. That sweet kiss of rime nestling in your roots, halting crimson orbs in their…
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vanishing acts
They say the rain will stop soon. I imagine this ground swallowed up by sunlight, and I become infinitely jealous. I am but a speck of dust in this lowly world, vanishing with rain, thwarting back down to nothing. I live for you like the sun lives for the moon.
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pomegranates and mint
It is sap dripping from our lips. Seeds and cypress trees- no foot can touch this frazzled forest. Even I, figure amongst the deities, crumbled under these branches that twist and curl something sinister around the edges of your lips. I wanted to taste that, become of what you are created from, emerge as you…
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Achernars’ River Ends
tides fall flat one month southern skies on the mares’ trail the stars end with you
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Éloa
There’s beauty in the things untold; the things that you fear, can’t see. Those minuscule possessions that one might find mundane, but you look at it as if it’s a temple. Housing pictures of burnished eyes, a mahogany casing that holds a cocoon of idolatry. That taste of piety something only the gods sing of, but it…
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picking petals
I was in the heavens trying to watch you Milky waves altered my vision If I pressed hard enough I just might, darling maybe I could touch you, taste you I feel you on the tip of my tongue already I swear when I get like this it’s like your body is singing…
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125
I find that flowers under a cloudy sky are absolutely beautiful; enthralling really. The colors clash together, grey skies, dazzling blossoms, the pungent smell of nectar and rain. It calms my soul, calms me in a way that maybe it shouldn’t, but the stark juxtaposition rattles me. It shakes…
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obsidian
The skies were just as grey as ever out here It made me feel alive it brought music into my veins hard and thrumming I felt like I could be pulsating What is it about this darkness- this darkness pulls me in It welcomes me and I welcome it with the…
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petals
I always found there was something absolutely beautiful about raindrops on flowers. How they look dolloped on the petals, a drink for them. These pictures are taken one minute apart, a feat I didn’t realize until now. It only took me 4 days to notice. As I was walking from my mailbox back to my…
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stealing petals
That green swallows up those blossoms heavy lidded and full of intention There wasn’t even enough time for me to miss them- the way you came and ate away at those petals
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drops of yellow
Yellow dazes me out in star studded fields; the suns flowers tickling my skin. I laugh with you while you pluck sweet petals for me, large and small. Setting leaflets atop my skin. I have never felt so free.
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thorns
You are cascading off of a flowers husk branded and beautiful you are yet blinded, blinding, your roots binding me against petals until I am suffocating drowning in a sea of daisies
Éloa 