"Your meekness is sensual."
The words caught her off guard, especially since she had been lost in her normal reverie: the imaginary world she lived in while walking, shopping and eating among the throbbing crowds of citizens that packed this city from wall to wall during business hours.
But they caught her off-guard in another way, and it took her a second to realize it. For some reason, she wasn't offended at being called "meek" by a complete stranger. It was true, but that doesn't mean a stranger should address it. Maybe it was because of the suave and confident way he delivered the sentence. Maybe it was his Ivy-League good looks and
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I, (a creature of night, with knife) would
stab minutes
to slow time
slice demon flesh
to bring heat
puncture decency
to flush out truth
reflect dawnlight
to find home
strip willow bark
to drink tears
carve a hollow in her
to store love
sacrifice a heart
to bring favor
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If you love her...look
past
tired feet
and the hop-scotch marks
of time
through
binding fears
of the last lover
to wrong her
under
brilliant layers
of preservation applied
in mirrored morning tasks
into
the little girl
who wants to ask you
to hold her good-night
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Hot Chocolate and Redemption
"Because I'm a bad person, that's why."
Tammy's words stunned Ryan into silence. They'd had three good dates, and now this was her reason why she wouldn't go out on a fourth date. She'd been nothing but awesome, and this seemingly irrational rationale for rejection had him curious.
"I've seen you do nothing bad. You've been great with me." He leaned back in his chair, and took a sip of the coffeehouse's mocha hot chocolate. Her expression had hardened in a way he'd never seen before.
"That's because I don't let you see that side of me, Ryan. Listen, you were really sweet and persistent which is why I went out with you, but I'm cutting thi
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the way of two hearts
he can't touch her distance
all the while
she ruminates on existence
commas
and non-dairy creamers
he just resides
on the edge of potential
long pauses
whole milk upbringing
she sees him, near-sighted
he acts in solid ways
rarely speaking, yet
reliable
and unaware lumbering grace
she just resides
on the peak support felt
in his rough hands
bringing her up, whole
they see. they are.
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the first taste of creativity
drizzled succulent
memories
wander childhood
pastry of new realities
tasted
sticky fingers
the learning of
experiential consuming
honey crusted
excalamations circle
in the ringed cone
progress
elevation of comprehension
development
of likes
cavites
dislikes
glucose levels
chomp existence
caloric wonders
travel vast synapsis in
reformation
of the forumula
strained vegetables
left now behind
in deep cacao based
wonderlands
artistry in confection
inspires seratonin elevation
buds flower
the mind seed
through tongue
to a fair first
elemental mating
of soul
to the power
of hunger driven
creativity
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escape from safari (her intrepid lover)
break from the treeline
finally unvined released
hanging green living
anxieties that entrap
intrepid lovers
abandoned villages
natives frightened to hunt
a river brings all
sweet coolness
belie the rapids
current underneath
escape imperitive
but this continent confuses
geography sliding
with different motivation
than that of rational
sweet succulent
flowers the undergrowth
yet move fast
and lightly for the
pitfalls in such cover
survival
pumps in veins
for which roots
of this eden
lust
jumping at the light, consumed by enigmaticsmile, literature
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jumping at the light, consumed
slimy wet sewer grates
fallen between
dunked in and whisked away by
the refuse water of our land's
runoff
tumbling under Maple and First and Main
(archetypes of America's road plats)
lost hydro unharnessed
filtering through leaves
surface discards
rumbling through the buried
connectivity architecture hive
of civil engineers
never hailed as Wright
forlorn in temperature
i strain for an emergence
whisked beneath
the feet of denizens
experience moments of envy
for their dry
and loathing
their arid minds
pipe by pipe
drain by drain
fleeting chances at release
jumping gripping grasping
slipping yet again
quickly chances pass
squares of light fr
let the night
fall
never a command
or an order
just a wish
that you let it be
let the lack of light
stop cowering
in your inventory
of truth
embrace the use
of its cover
while you explore
covert personalities
daylight makes you
timid to release
let the things that go
bump
roam freely
for they would enjoy
high noon
if it were not for judgement
often adjudicated
by sol dwellers
let forth the riders
of your fears
so they may tame
harness and saddle
the wild buckings
of irrationality
until broken in
and ridden to
mortal exhaustion
let out your sky wandering
eyes
to the pale to the round
to the distant to pu