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A Moonlit Kiss in The West End
I remember you, six foot something sunset, who ran away from the circus. Waiting in a Chinatown alley, to entice me to the dark, with candy clouds. Your name melted on my tongue, sensual, sugary syllables, dancing down my throat, and back out. I spelled it out in sighs, drinking in the sights.…
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Ballroom Dancing
I never learned how to let you lead, but you take me, across the floor, across the world, with each tepid, tempted touch of your hand. I lead you astray, but you’re still the one, taking us across the floor, across those lines, with every touch, I go from mine, to yours, to mine, again.…
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Planting Roses
No bars to break, but here I am, surrounded by searching space, a prisoner, encased in ivy, that I have imagined, grew side by side, with the roses we planted. I never knew my charge, but I was sentenced to be sped, back to the real world, on several delayed trains, with barely…
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Parma Violet Prince
Opium, under my skin, soaked into my soul, slightly sweet, supernaturally seductive. My parma violet prince, on the air, my mind, my lips, nestled in my neediest nights, when I creep down the stair case, sniffing and sighing, like a mad woman. You are my affliction, addiction, obsession, conviction. I am handcuffed to heaven,…
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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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