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i am raw;
waiting for the skillet
kiss
me though the windmill
be careful not to
miss
me through the windmill
paint on me, a target:
erase
paint on me,
a smiling face
i am burnt;
waiting for the sunset
kiss
me through the windmill
be very careful not to
miss
me through the windmill
lips like morphine
words flow like ipecac
until you come back
lips like morphine
wordless chatter
against your scattered
anatomy
love is a windmill
for this reason, i slow our blades
let us
cultivate
waiting for the skillet
kiss
me though the windmill
be careful not to
miss
me through the windmill
paint on me, a target:
erase
paint on me,
a smiling face
i am burnt;
waiting for the sunset
kiss
me through the windmill
be very careful not to
miss
me through the windmill
lips like morphine
words flow like ipecac
until you come back
lips like morphine
wordless chatter
against your scattered
anatomy
love is a windmill
for this reason, i slow our blades
let us
cultivate
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I'll fly you home.
I cradle the globe in my fist, risking
the ocean spray and moonlit tides just to feel
your bewildered irises lock with mine and your breath
rush through my tilted axis.
The smudges from your half unread
atlas cut my scars in half, and Ill swear
to your unexplored oceans that I can find the needle
in your haystack and bring you back home.
I saw civilizations rise and fall through
my peephole in the asteroid belt of my backroom window,
and never before have I been so engrossed
in the simplicity of daisy chains and hopscotch
markings and carved initials in the spines of trees.
I always meant every syllable and when y
Literature
Anagrams in the air
Thieved
by mouth-envelope;
my phonics
caged
in alphabet-zoos,
my heart-hospital
swirling with apiaries,
as I wait outside
a name.
If I could
eventually
say anything at all,
Id tell you
how you loom
secret heuristics
inside those delta-pyramids
that snack on your pupils.
Id tell you
Id bleed out
the worlds cathedrals
in weight,
to say anything
that sparked a star
in the quiet knock
of your night.
Id scratch
the larks
from their wallpapers,
until my nails, none,
lift their wings
and give them flight.
This thirsting
pulse
knows you
inside the highest
of blooms
and
we can never
Literature
Fly
Fly
There is a blessed feeling,
That really sends me reeling,
Sends me high up in the sky...
I am never coming down,
I only want to drown,
Deeper in this delight...
You make me fly...!
An unbelievable sensation,
Sends my pulse to racin,
And I don't even have to try...
You are much more than a distraction,
You always get a reaction,
You bring light unto my life...
You make me fly...!
A once naughty temptation,
Brings me such elation,
That sometimes I want to cry...
Every new day I am greeting,
A love that is not fleeting,
You get me high...
You make me fly...!
jlp January 3, 2009
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Congratulations on the DLD, darling soul.
Congratulations on the DLD, darling soul.