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Skies of Skin

Last night, my body was the sky. I felt sizzling stars glowing underneath my skin, shining starlight through my pores, one of my pupils was the sun and the other was the moon. The emboldened sun raged with flames and rays, sending its light down my body, illuminating its side of my face and body, […]

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I Wish I Wrote You

I wish I wrote you. The syllable count of your facial features is perfect. The way your hair flows rhymes with your glances. Your clothes fit like tightly lined up stanzas and when I read the words with my lips I find the meaning underneath. I wish I wrote you, but I am no such […]

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My City

I live life. I hold my city’s hand, embracing her imperfect culture like she is the only one for me. I kiss the scars of the fractured streets on her body, admiration creates traffic. Her night sky hair falls on the hills of her shoulders, She smiles, her skyline shows, buildings like teeth. Her lower […]

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Seasons

I felt all four seasons with you. Spring in your touch, summer on your lips, fall in your embrace, winter on your tongue. Don’t leave me in a state of blankness. * I feel spring in your touch, desires flourish within me, leaves tingle as they sprout, roses bloom and I place them on your […]

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temple

You carry your pain like a shattered halo under your tongue, your words sometimes get caught in it and fester there. When you don’t speak I know you need me to untie your infection with the religion you find in my mouth.

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Wishing Well

You are my wishing well, and I place all my wishes in you. My kisses send forbidden desires to fall into your liquid heart like coins. I listen to their splashes, making a wish with each one, They ripple from your heart to the rest of your body, waves of lust, you fill. I came to […]

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Dog Days

We will chase your dreams together like two savage dogs, they won’t get away, even if we end up with blood on our teeth.

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Windows

You did not like the view, but our love was just the window, shielding you from the elements you disliked and providing security from what is beyond. You complain that you did not like the view, but our love was just the window, and you never learned that, so the curtains closed, and what you […]

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h o p e

I hang on to hope and hope hangs me.

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Dolls

I collected lovers. Memories of them like pretty dolls. A cabinet full in my mind. I can’t get rid of these memories and I can’t touch these dolls. They’re staring at me from behind the glass cabinet doors, and I always find myself apologizing to them.

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