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Soft lips, strong hips.
Legs of a larger size
But you still fit between her thighs.
Eyes,
Painted red and black
With a gaze that won't hold back.
Hair shaved up fiercely underneath,
Yet falls in bouncing curls
Just left of her cheek.
Rose can be a thorny maiden,
But her smile will make you weak.
Legs of a larger size
But you still fit between her thighs.
Eyes,
Painted red and black
With a gaze that won't hold back.
Hair shaved up fiercely underneath,
Yet falls in bouncing curls
Just left of her cheek.
Rose can be a thorny maiden,
But her smile will make you weak.
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crow comes courting
resplendent in a black gloss
of feathered robes...
crow's morning clicks of courtship
echo through downcast mists that
bead upon bowed shoreline willows
and genuflect in the wake
of his purposeful strut
one hesitant step before the next,
his head cocked this way and that,
listening as distant ticks
message back a reply-
the visage of his agenda
suddenly unfolds in a wingspread
that lifts above a watery canvas,
the guttural sound of pulled
stitching sends love notes receding
into estuaries, and ripples
where tadpoles skip and dart
beneath lily pads in the random and
rapid blink of each tiny vortex
Literature
Stars Can Say Fuck You, Too
Lungs cough up dust and the blood hardens into rust.
Is it possible for this heart to beat? Shriveled lungs can't even extend for breath.
(Do cells really need oxygen anymore?)
And somehow I'm the one left to survive, so don't be surprised when rough hands lead me home.
Did you really think soft hands could have lived through this world alone?
(With the sincerity of a cheese grater, would you accept my apology?)
I know you'll accept it with an Iodine smile and a wounded tongue.
Or was it pride ?
Leaving me here to wonde
Literature
Ignorance Is Bliss
How I envy fools
Those born without the
Eyes to see the darkness; the
Ears to hear the lies; the
Skin to feel the chafing cold; the
Sense to realize:
There's darkness all around us,
Lecherous and black.
We lead a meaningless existence.
Bitter, I turn back.
How I envy fools
Living life, never knowing
The storm on the horizon;
Her clouds fill up the skies.
They do not see the warnings,
Nor hear the gentle "sigh"
Of the wind that's brewing.
They do not feel the rain.
Their never-knowing state
Is all that keeps them sane.
How I envy fools
They know nothing of pain
Will they ever find it,
The truth that I now know?
The sky is torn with vio
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