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Perfect Like a Fall Sweater

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Wrapped and curled up in soft words and dulcet tones
His gaze warms me like a sweater on a crisp fall day
Our cozy corner of the world
Smells of wood burning and tastes like caramel
I let his taste flow through me
While he cannot seem to stop his hands from smoothing over me

We’re timeless
Our search never ending within each other
Whether it’s soft sand or dry leaves beneath our toes
We are only aware of our season
With flavors and colors collected from our travels
And kept in perpetual shadow boxes

Enveloped in a haze of smoke and jazz
Smoke swirls above and drifts toward the early stars at dusk
We are fused in a contented joy
alone it seems even in crowds
I pull him closer and he holds me tighter
and we’re perfect like a sweater on a crisp fall day

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A Few Handfuls of Days

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And on the 19th day, she wept
Not for joy or anguish
but for the myriad emotions
swirling in her core

Barely a month ago it had begun
Then she found herself at sea
and strangely at ease
amid possibility

Newness holds promise
For there is no taint yet
to mar the smooth edges
or show any wear

She felt every crease in her being
Saw the roughness of her exterior
felt the stain deep inside
while plastering over it all with fakery

There are no steel coverings
To hide some hurts
renovating only helps
when it lies close to the surface

Only a few handfuls of days
Held the story of them
from glow to burnout
so why so much pain

When an idea takes root
And is stronger than memory
the gaping whole
is poignant for its brevity

Imagination improves on memory
Memory gets clouded by time
time heals many wounds
but it all still remains somewhere

She felt bereft
Yet was glad for the 19 days
she would keep that time close
tucked away in her mind

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Craving

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You can’t deny me now
Not after I’ve come so far
Through murky waters
Filled with leeches and vipers
Through dark forests
With echoes of strange creatures
When all I want
Need
Crave
Is the small patch of skin
Where you loosen your tie
And your neck and chest meet
With the whorls of hair
Tickling my nose
I just want a taste
And a place to rest my head there.

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No Wrong Way to Write

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Spill onto the page with ramblings your heart has led you to trip over
Grammar rules don’t apply here-
Screw punctuation!!
Only words that rip and tear you apart until you’re bloody and empty are welcome
Only when you stop beating yourself up can you let go and take up the pen instead
Only when despair is poured out can the soul be at rest
The empty vessel can again partake
The body revels in the base nature with which we’re all born
The defilement reaches an impasse
Until feeling overwhelms
And ideas form yet again
Unleashing rage, fear, lust on the page
With no one to blame or turn to
With no censure or false pretenses
With nothing but joy in expression
No relief except by your own hand
No gain or loss except existence
No wrong way to write.

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Trapped

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hiding in one of the few places left
holding some shred of hope I won’t be found
losing track of days and even seasons
the only light comes from something pale and green
maybe an animal’s eyes
how many other predators are nearby
am I the only prey?

too many nights form a kaleidoscope
with too many tears blurred
by too many days
thoughts are jumbled
not making sense
only getting through this hour
is of paramount importance

shallow breaths
filling up the tight space
no place to turn
choices are bleak
if I could
where would I go
is there such thing as escape?

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