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Capacity/Captivity inside my hips (I feel so organic with myself)
If there are words to express my substance
As long as I will find them
I will be alive
I think we should be pulled together like paper dolls through paper chains
Whispering “cross the old wooden bridge for me”
I want your shoulders to move unsteadily when you walk
I so want them destabilized for following me.
In fact there is not much more beautiful than this.
Until you widen your iris.
Until you force the door to my home.
Then I’d lock you for quite long. It will be tender with me.
I’ll cook for you every night, All required from you would be to just throw glances at me. Every look will be skin peeled off a lemon with bare hands. Fed by my mouth in our face-à-face dinner.
All in attempt to connect you with me.
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Like a charcot waterfall
your graceful voice feathered my forehead;
kind of bruised the eye but i was in love - therefore
immune to pain
immune to time
immune to others
I carry ice in a portable cooler
I need it to soothe my impulses
I don’t even notice how this love oozes out of me.
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The Dancer
I’d like to offer you flowers
But there’s a chrysalis blood clot in my heart that needs blooming yet
I’d like to wear pointy metallic shoes and carry a light bulb in my throat
To have a weapon on every step I take and illuminate my words when I speak
Every look in your eyes is a dynamite placed in my basement
I know it’s there on the pillars, never knowing when exactly it will detonate
I feel zest with incredible humility when I see your straight brow ridge
If I could transmit skin electricity without touches, I would tear a bit of my skin off
And, as for now, offer it instead of flowers.
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