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Gemini

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You went mad,

because you thought I didn’t find you funny,

and you had spent every day,

before you found me,

thinking that was all you were.

It’s not that I am resigned to remaining miserable,

no,

that’s not it at all,

and I do,

on occasion,

find you amazing,

amusing,

downright confusing,

delightful,

insightful,

interesting,

and bemusing.

You are a snowstorm of sentimentality,

that swirls all around me.

I reach up,

gripping on to each new aspect of you,

that I discover,

until I am snowed under,

melting and freezing all together,

a sun tanned slushy,

trying to sum up,

all the ways I want you.

So,

don’t think,

that I don’t laugh,

sometimes,

it just has to be internal,

because I am just overwhelmed,

by the eternal ways,

you find to surprise me,

by bringing a new kind of joy to my day,

every time I see you.

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Whoops, I Married A Capricorn

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Five thirty,
at the mercy of approaching sunlight,
and the angry, unwelcome alarm,
I am happy,
held in heaven,
an anxious angel,
counting seconds,
sequences,
silences and small noises,
moving at the command of your rising and falling chest.
I dance to your breath,
subdued but lively,
resting and restless,
holding on,
with fevered fingertips,
to every second of waking up with you.

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Our mornings are righteous.
We are on the right side of the bed,
I join your tattoos,
touching each part of your arms that I can reach,
with closed, cautious eyes,
pretending a little longer,
that I am softly sleeping,
in high, holy, happy heaven.
You are sound asleep,
sometimes,
in every respect,
not seeing the magic you make,
or the way you have haunted me,
my whole life,
an out of reach illusion,
that my mornings were missing.

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Sometimes,
you are not a mortal,
but a sparkling soul,
sleeping all around me,
seeping inside my mind,
my nerves,
my veins,
and a million medical terms,
that I cannot name,
and I am changed.
I wake up,
renewed,
clean and pure,
tested but true,
waking up,
at last,
with you,
in high, holy, happy heaven.

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The Early Christmas Present

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December dawns,

I open up new doors every day,

brave enough to be unafraid,

learning to live again,

fairytales and fairy lights,

illustrious,

illuminated,

inside my own mind,

breaking out,

whenever you are close.

The sky is frosted,

sweet hope is in the air,

as choirs kill the silence of the evening,

on streets,

bathed in blue,

angelic light.

Stars send me signs,

illuminating a path to something true,

and maybe this Christmas,

I believe in magic again.

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Love Is Cannibalism

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I ask you again,

before you’ve even finished reassuring me,

for the thirteenth time,

I ask you if I’m awake,

existing in a time,

where someone truly adores me.

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I rest my head,

on all the scenarios I have seen,

in my overactive, overexcited imagination,

asking myself why I can’t sleep,

why I can’t breathe,

why am I walking into woe for the hundredth time?

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I sing my self through sad sweetheart hours,

pathetic and peering at my phone,

wasting all my wishes,

on texts and kisses,

that form a candy trail,

into your forest,

where I will meet my demise,

and frankly,

I will be relieved that it’s all over.

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