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The Noble Infinity
Time grows in my belly A sweet secret swelling Highlighting the Noble Infinity That longs inside me. And it is a pure longing, A raw agony, An exquisite sorrow Of naked fire, naked Untouched by survival and strife. It is a precise movement, Desire That only creates and never destroys. A pain unadulterated by Death,…
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What He Whispered When I Woke
My bride, my dove, my perfect one I dream of you in eternity to be more dazzling than a supernova exploding in the sweetness of your breathing, I’ll whisper all the mysteries held in beautiful paradox and watch them blaze alive in your eyes, tongue, tears—oh center of my heart! You sometimes run and hide…
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hope hiding in broken castles
for Morgan & Cypress Hyacinth Your voice is a shadowy collection of ripped promises, Tattered colors, and emptied echoing rooms Of yet another man who has fled your fierce affection– Your father, your uncle, your nephew, your brother, your friend, That man, that man, and that man—you recount an endless String of faces…
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words to love
I can twist, pull, bend and curve words to sculpt iridescent images and caramel planets; Rearrange syntax I can like collisions of phrases stanzas and rhymes spinning From jab-jab-cross-uppercut across the lips into the very fire of their eyes, Exposing the most hidden stories inside their hearts I can unfurl alphabets on my tongue, spin…
