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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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Mi Alma
You and I, by the church, holding hands, listening to Cindy Scott, in sweet silence, that didn’t frighten or bore me. That’s when I knew, as the night wrapped her arms around us, the sun fast asleep, behind the tall trees of the square, your hand, still holding mine, trembled and teased me, and my…
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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,…
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First Kiss
My first kiss, was a tragedy. Not Greek, or Shakespearean, just us. I shook, inside your guilty grasp, not your niece, but just as nice as Catherine. You tell me twice, you can’t believe the mess, as you gaze, from the bridge, where people like us end up, enjoying the view, before we throw ourselves…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 