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Brush strokes don't do justice
to your artistic pose.
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While your eyes reflect hidden galaxies
and arms gently curve like endless rivers,
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Sunlight streams between
ten-thousand torii gates
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Stiffly,
on a couch alone,
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Sun sets through thunderclouds.
Periwinkle-gray skies
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I. / Squished together on / sticky red vinyl, / dividing a dinner you picked / and pretend to enjoy it. / I didn’t even know your name. / II. / I
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I see my desire / in the lines of your face / and the curves of fingertips / gesturing; / Accompanied by the / melody of your words. /
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Sprawled horizontally / Perspiration trickles as / faux aquamarine suede sticks / and suffocates. / Cars zooms outside. / I imagine the hea
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My heart is a fractured teacup / balancing precariously / in a bone cage. / Left there recklessly / by evaporating love. / Yo
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You make me feel like yesterdays. / Painting the paper sun setting / shades bleeding together; / twilight’s watercolor. / Hanging the moon / amid sugar stars spilled / across the inky blo
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Morning cracks / sunlight spills oozing / coating sleepy beach town. / Eyes awakening to /
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Rickety wood creaks / (the familiar nerve-breaking sound) / as we climb vertically / approaching the stars. / Salty ocean breeze / combines with velocity / as senses are sidetracked / &nb
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Think forward fifty-years flesh softer, but looser
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Twirling beneath the / obsidian sky speckled / with countless stars strewn / like / fragmented jewels. / Our bare-feet cooled on the / perfectly preened gra
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Salty air tangles strands
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I live by polluted water -
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It’s spring:
bright flowers bloom
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It’s seeing your face in the hardwood floor
or your body emerging from once-creepy shadows.
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