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We used to lie on blankets of flax
and moonlight, woven thick and tight
with the summer breeze.
I found it hardest to get up those mornings,
when you were everywhere and I was tucked
someplace deep, deep inside.
You must have known; even as I rubbed dreams
and stardust from my eyes you tugged me under,
bound me tighter.
With chamomile still warm and thick
on your soft-palate you whispered
fireflies and freesia into my hair.
Slowly, softly, your dew-drop words
lulled me to sleep again.
and moonlight, woven thick and tight
with the summer breeze.
I found it hardest to get up those mornings,
when you were everywhere and I was tucked
someplace deep, deep inside.
You must have known; even as I rubbed dreams
and stardust from my eyes you tugged me under,
bound me tighter.
With chamomile still warm and thick
on your soft-palate you whispered
fireflies and freesia into my hair.
Slowly, softly, your dew-drop words
lulled me to sleep again.
Literature
Coalescence in (and of) Poetry
Chatoyant stargazer, you with
skin as opulent as spring itself
hair a realm where fairies roam
limbs redolent of riverbed soil
lead me to the illusive seams
of this halcyon of gossamer dreams
over orion and past the eye of god
Grandiloquent desiderata, you are
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princess
hydrogen lungs bound in
galactic ribs are under
cardiac arrest.
we left the moon on repeat,
and the sun died drunk in
the avalanche of night.
but it's alright this time,
because she can always
save herself.
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with love
i.
sleepwalking with stars
like bulletwounds, tonight
is for wandering and
loving people I’ve never met.
I have a hole in my heart for
the boy on my bus who balances
the world on his chin as he sleeps.
I’m drawn to a sunshine girl leaking
beams every time she opens her
mouth to smile. and still, I follow
a boy who walks across clouds;
I want to ask him to send me up
like a balloon.
ii.
ways I need to be loved:
a hand heavy on my hip to remind me
gravity is more than an ideal, a
soft kiss to bring me back from
other galaxies, a calm whisper
when I’ve run out of words
but the silence is too
much,
iii.
I’m severe
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A little lighter than my usual work so I'd love some feedback/critique on this one
How so you feel about flow?
And do you think the line breaks are in the right places? (I agonized over that for a while, the lines just didn't want to split)
How so you feel about flow?
And do you think the line breaks are in the right places? (I agonized over that for a while, the lines just didn't want to split)
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I quite like this piece. It's very light, but has a wonderful use of imagery and metaphor.