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waiting goddess, still

On this side of midnight I sit Warm Summer rain day dream glitter still plays in my hair On my skin And I find myself thinking Of spiders And flies And others that crawl and creep and wait Spiders take their time Construction beauty Delicate threads of glistening light Spiralling and spiralling They build their… Continue reading waiting goddess, still

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forever more

One winter long ago Beside the sea side shore I stood looking down into the water Staring down to the salty ocean floor wondering yes wondering if I'd be alone forever more that is when he showed himself unearthly beauty under the waves which sigh hair the colour of sand and sun eyes of a… Continue reading forever more

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coming home

The leather squeaks as I shift nervously The plane comes in to land, fidgeting fingers showing the race of my mind Butterflies seems an inadequate description Turbulent, rocking, riling in my belly A flock of harried crows quarrel in my stomach Snakes and spiders and bugs creep and writhe Tap tap tapping the seat as… Continue reading coming home

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my hands, waiting

My eyes are closed My pillow stretches out before me, endless It has never felt so blank empty Now that there is love to fill it I listen to the sound of your soul pouring out of your mouth And I cannot stop from smiling Words have never felt so intimate Never felt less like… Continue reading my hands, waiting

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horrors, like spiders

Spirit me away Under the fence And into the woods beyond Our sweet dream world Through the cobweb fog we run My hand in your hand But you do not force me I am not dragged There are dangers ahead But you hold me close Whisper sweetness into my ears Telling me if we die,… Continue reading horrors, like spiders

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poison apples, maybe

Neil Gaiman said, โ€œyou have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.โ€ But how do you force yourself to believe in fairy tales? I do not believe in Happily Ever Afters I do not believe in curses being lifted by kisses I believe in poison apples Maybe that is why I have always liked the… Continue reading poison apples, maybe

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for you, if

Nothing is ever truly silent Blocking out sound I still hear the hum of my own ears The bell tolling vibration of damage done Is this the same as fear Once the source is removed Is the echo of fright still felt Thrumming in my moth wing heart Is this the same as hate Remove… Continue reading for you, if

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not a fish

In the forest, by the stream, is where I fell in love for the first time I hate the term "the one that got away" because a boy is not a fish   We spoke on phones with cords Respectively sitting by walls, wrapping spirals around our fingers I still remember his laughter in my… Continue reading not a fish

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Waiting goddess

I like insects. Especially, mantids Praying mantis Mantodea is from the latin words manto (waiting) and dea (goddess) ... This I feel in my bones In my skin Exoskeleton hardness Threatening to crack open Showing what is underneath Showing that which is inside "waiting goddess" has such sinister and beautiful ring to it Holy deity… Continue reading Waiting goddess

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Yet…

I miss the way you look when you are staring at something you love The awe in your eyes The gentle curve of an alomst-smile on your lips Your brow smooth, worryless. Me: Sally You: Jack I miss your gentle touch The way you gather me up in your arms... Me: a dandelion seed You:… Continue reading Yet…