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All Over AgainShe is my dolphinheart girl
Eyes in a swirl
Her veins help me trace the magic
under her skin.
Play me a sun shower on your guitar and tell me
in between kisses
Worth Waiting ForLaced with prairie dreams,
Her hair is like the silken strands of a song
Reaching its roots from her scalp
As he holds her, the locks brush against his face:
Thunderbolts of electric infatuation.
Eyes glinting blue
Hearts poured like cold lemonade into fragile glass bottles.
His love is a shimmer upon her skin, and the daylight clenched in her fists.
Her love is an ember within his irises and the arc of his bones.
They whisper to each other a patchwork quilt of their tenderness
SickI pray to be
U n s h a k a b l e,
But the paperbites up and down my fingers tell me that I've written far too many poems about you.
ariseToday the raindrops taste spicy
how I've missed them.
I've a bad case of wanderlust
And a silver sonnet skyfever,
and I want to be spinning like a planet in orbit.
The blue winterblush tiptoes onto my cheekbones
and I realize:
Revolution (collab)Gossamer thoughts bounce
Through my consciousness,
Fleeting recreations of the day you went away.
Truly, though, you were ephemeral.
Passing through, but gone in a
We spent a summer together.
But I don't dwell in memories.
Our love is a seashell,
But that doesn't mean I have to be.
I lifted myself from ruins
Re-assembling my skeleton.
this is the push of hard furniture against the palm
the bones jutting sharply out
from the crook of my arm, the capture of higher ground
i am the hungry voice of the sea. drums and
cursing wildly, i am you in your most mournful memory and
bloodshot sunsets railing off about something. bent bare lashes
i am the crying out of hipbones from their fleshy
the fevered breath down your spine, i am rage and you may also know me
by my summer name, i am
Now I'm sailing with the swallows and the shooting stars, and
Never again will I be the shore, and you the sea.
Take a breath, please.you are my ramblings at four A.M. and the grass and sticks that prick my calloused skin as the rain bathes me in the tears of the brokenhearted; millions of disoriented souls. you are the sensation of drifting, flying. wandering to the beginning of a new story. the eyes that sparkle despite the cracks in your pupils; the fragmented images forming you a world of your own. the necklace made of lilies and pinecones and mermaid tears held in glass droplets. you are the smooth tea with honey that soothes and sweetens as your typewriter wildly wanders the cosmos.
you are adrift but never lost and you are yearning but never consumed.
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