musing
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too far, you’re too far away
I was never good at math but I’ve calculated each and every second every minute that added up the further that you were away from me Do you count those hours hidden between us? You said it was six but it feels like eight it feels like days I wonder if…
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susurrus
I wonder if this is how Psyche felt when she dreamed up such a love cascading out of her arms trickling through her fingers wings the color of those honey laced arrows You give me more than butterflies fill me up leave my knees shaking and stomach clenching I would become more…
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broken conversations
Your call wasn’t anywhere near a sirens it was pleading desperate It’s not time yet I tell you- you won’t listen It’s drawing nearer
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I’m-prisoned
Its been a while since we’ve been here. I thought if I gave you time, then maybe you would have come back to me, but instead you never came. Now it feels as if I’m less than what I was. There were never two halves that made us whole, rather you beat away…
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hollowed words
You don’t feel right in my grasp. The weight of your words mean nothing to me, letters spilling out- nothing short of emptiness. There is a hollow ground inside of you. One that cages me in, and you make me feel so cold. I’ve never felt so alone
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melting calamus
These hands are tethered rope fastened feathers of yours smiling down on me You reach for my eyes crooked teeth a freckle placed upon my lips Counting, counting our life is measured by seconds, seven petals dropping Which one will be our last
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Demeter’s Skies
It has stopped raining, but around us there’s thunderstorms and hail, and you- you are the holder of it all. You slip your lips against my own, dominating skies, controlling winds like you have strings attached to them. When we break away it’s with reluctance. A sliver of the sun showing through obsidian clouds, and…
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fluttered steps
follow me follow me down the path to diamond pentagons and glowing spheres we travel we’ve been traveling so far but that road leads to somewhere it takes so long it has been years my feet are trembling yet there you go – go off fluttering
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red, ripe lips
Ripe ripe, red lips The flush of blood that accompanies your skin a chambered globose perfectly bruised ripened for the picking I only miss you when I see you like this With fibers creasing into your folds lips slack with nothing to show but red ravenous servility
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falling, fallen
You taste better without nourishment numb buzzing and filling my veins confusing reality with delusions How long will it be until you miss me until you call on me again beckon me with clear vials- -misshapen canteens misconstrued truths- It doesn’t take much to fall into submission
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unraveled
Is it possible- darling is it possible for this thread to disappear? How is it that this crimson burns obsidian, tearing hatred into our hearts. We are already miles apart. There is nothing left that could happen, yet why is it, we are straying further away from each other. I feel as if I’m…
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tides of seasons
Rain drops cease where do you go when it’s not winter anymore where are you when spring calls for you
Éloa 