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at the bottom
there is
love
little hands
dissolving themselves
in the desperate
sunlight & waves
cut by ships
and continents
open
suspended
trembling as the water
passes through
hollow bodies restless
& agile
waiting for the sun
there is
love
little hands
dissolving themselves
in the desperate
sunlight & waves
cut by ships
and continents
open
suspended
trembling as the water
passes through
hollow bodies restless
& agile
waiting for the sun
Literature
Glass
I always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite my fragi...
Literature
mute
things have been easier
without words &
we pretend neither of us care;we stutter
splutter
laughing and choking
on puns &when you bend me over nouns
i screamlouder
growl
more fluent.the words are there waiting to be spokenme . you . love my dear, we've been mute
for so longspeak to me.
Literature
A Stranger
'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.' cyanide poems
dripped off his thin lips.
wreathing water-ink.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.up-turned cheekbones:
a smile
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering. 'you're a stranger, so why should i care.' albatross hands.
dragged out;
crashing again. 'you'll vanish today,' fingers chilled
to sticks of flesh and bone. 'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.' face floating:
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
spread out
like a too-taunt sheet.surrender reaching:
frozen
and
languid.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down...
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For Valentine's Day. Wee little phytoplankton lovers. 
Something sweet.
I'm a little unsure of the stanzas. They don't break up the poem as I wish--I mean, I could add comas to indicate breaks (i.e. after "love" in the first stanza) but I don't know...
Something sweet.I'm a little unsure of the stanzas. They don't break up the poem as I wish--I mean, I could add comas to indicate breaks (i.e. after "love" in the first stanza) but I don't know...
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