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Chain Smoking
It wasn’t ever personal, until you were the only person I could think of, unintentional, so impractical, I began speaking in clichés and dreamy drooling. My eyes carved out, spinning wildly on the staff room table, as I placed marble hearts, where they used to reside. I had a lovely time, watching you chain smoke,…
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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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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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Love Is An Exorcism
Last night, unclaimed flames, floated across the islands, and followed us to the shore, to watch, from the heavens, as you left mountain avens, on my lips. I slept, silent and still, by the mermaid’s grave. I dreamt you were waist deep, in the water, the jealous moon, showing off, shining on your bare chest,…