poem
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Blue, Purple Hydrangeas weighted by the rain
Like Demeter to her sweet Persephone, I sought after you.Like Perseus to his beloved Danae, I fought for you. Not a daughter; not a mother–you were my dreamt lover. Blue, Purple Hydrangeas weighted by the rain on the side of patio–Bowing humbly beautifully to the groundRecoloring itself muddy. Pretty, why’d you hide your pretty?Now it’s… Continue reading
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The Rose You Planted Grew Bushes
Build me new sinews and stitch my flesh back to my bonesJust for me to break vulnerably in your touch later on.Polish my skin with your sweatShiny enough to make a mark I am someone you own. Plant your affection in my body,At the hills where wildflowers like me thrive free. Paint my image vivid… Continue reading
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Ghosts at 6th Avenue Haunting
I am lonely in crowded placesDefeated.I carry misery in all blissful places,Alone I do.For some time, I allowed myself to be freeWhile chained to you. That’s how it appeared to be–happy.But “Happiness is a Butterfly”–flying, fading, faltering, dropping dead. I was truest when I was with you.But all the steps I made, were all “missteps”,… Continue reading
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I welcome these bodies in my sanctuary.
There is a familiar scent attached in my bed.The perfume you wore that December night you decided to take your clothes off for me.There is a familiar scent attached to my memories of you.Ephemeral—you left too. Your presence is the entity I anticipate since your departure.I dream of caressing the scars in your chest,And there… Continue reading
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