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Captivating.
Spin me 'round the world,
I will not find such colors,
soulful hues.
Look at me;
my breath will hitch
as it catches on your gaze.
I am entangled in your
blue-green, golden love,
twisted in joy, befuddlement, sorrow,
blessed to be so
head over feet,
softly staring.
Spin me 'round the world,
I will not find such colors,
soulful hues.
Look at me;
my breath will hitch
as it catches on your gaze.
I am entangled in your
blue-green, golden love,
twisted in joy, befuddlement, sorrow,
blessed to be so
head over feet,
softly staring.
Literature
sweaterse
when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
Literature
tell.tale
she told me her favourite word one Tuesday when the sun fell sharp like lemon slices across wet tarmac and constellations of cigarette stubs, I drank it in – all these useless facts as if she would test me, hand me a paper with a series of questions: her favourite word, the song set as her alarm, whether she prefers seafoam or duck egg blue a perfectionist, I would get every answer right, be rewarded with those teeth clicking into a smile like champagne glasses shattering in an over-enthusiastic toast ask me whether she loved me and I would falter, but her favourite word was surreptitious and that’s exactly how I felt, holding my heart tucked in my sleeves and praying she would notice.
Literature
Nothing Left to Talk About
When we have nothing left to talk about
and all of these old bones are
picked and put to rest
and the clover grows
on burial mounds
in the sunset
I will tell you desert oceans
of blooming succulents
and the silhouettes
of Joshua trees
rising in the
silence
I will
tell you
loping hills
and California’s
fiery tree-line bloom
I will tell you horizon’s lullabies and
where the trails of pavement
go when winter winds
call and I say
no more
good-
bye
and I will tell
you golden fruit
on Russian Olive’s
silver leaves and how the
rain leaves puddles in my mind
and why the mountains hold my heart
and where I’ll go wh
Suggested Collections
Poem two in the love-poem set.
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This is delightful. Made me feel warm and happy. 