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I confess I don't remember
Whether you wore your hair down
Or tied it back into a sort-of pony tail;
Whether your dress was red with black spots
Or black with red spots,
Or something else entirely.
But I perfectly recall your smile,
Like Spring’s first sunshine
Whose warmth lingers even now.
I may have already forgotten,
The cadence with which you spoke
Your intonation and inflection;
The questions you asked me
And the answers I found
Down amongst the butterflies.
But I know that your voice
Was an unchained symphony
Was angelsong
A spell of sweet restlessness.
I cannot forget, for I relive
Those precious, timeless moments
Each time the ghost of you
Wanders through my mind.
Whether you wore your hair down
Or tied it back into a sort-of pony tail;
Whether your dress was red with black spots
Or black with red spots,
Or something else entirely.
But I perfectly recall your smile,
Like Spring’s first sunshine
Whose warmth lingers even now.
I may have already forgotten,
The cadence with which you spoke
Your intonation and inflection;
The questions you asked me
And the answers I found
Down amongst the butterflies.
But I know that your voice
Was an unchained symphony
Was angelsong
A spell of sweet restlessness.
I cannot forget, for I relive
Those precious, timeless moments
Each time the ghost of you
Wanders through my mind.
Literature
Torn Photograph
it's creased
and water-stain wrinkled
from that pitch-black night
when Jenny left the window open and a wild north-easterner
clawed its way in
screaming all the way
and snapping the curtain like a sodden whip
its fraying blunted corners
are yellowed by age
and sticky little fingers
who left apple-juice residue
in fossilized fingerprints
on the fading colors
but the jagged edge
where you ripped him out
has only just begun to soften
to rewrite a memory
you must do much more
than destroy the evidence
preserved in laminated cardstock
Literature
gecko
once your scales
fall away you are
bare and translucent;
your spine,
visible through the
film of your skin.
there is strength,
in this –
there is strength
in many unusual things.
Literature
plutonian
you know i would fill you up and over with love
an overflowing kitchen sink stacked with plates from
a breakfast two mornings ago i recall
the clink of a fork and an intake of breath and an
"i think im going to leave you"
slipping from your lips like a prayer,
i nodded,
and went back to my tea
what could i do to keep you, this backwards love we had
i exist as a passing point i am neither your point a or b
artemis will deny that she walks these woods barefoot
searching for love in dewy blades of grass but
i am painfully honest about the holes people have left
you were my orion for a week or so,
if i was a planet i would be pluto
for i
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Just a little flutter.
I've not been sleeping well lately. Somewhere in the midst of semi-consciousness last night, I scribbled this into my phone drafts.
Polished it up a little bit this afternoon and thought I'd share it here.
Edit, DD day! Eternal love: doughboycafe Thanks everyone for reading.
I've not been sleeping well lately. Somewhere in the midst of semi-consciousness last night, I scribbled this into my phone drafts.
Polished it up a little bit this afternoon and thought I'd share it here.
Edit, DD day! Eternal love: doughboycafe Thanks everyone for reading.
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well written.