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AmazedAnother thanks for everyone who took the time out of their day to read it, and everyone who has left a comment, given me a favorite or a watch. I'll try and keep up with the messages, but it will take me a few days.
Thanks to everyone once again!
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Synthesis-Synthesis
The sea removed us, moved us.
We are coiled waves of weeds, beneath sheets of shells, and we stagger.
The salty, sweet sun burns our eyes, burns us black, and we melt apart, uncoiled in corners of coral.
The sun removed us, ruined us.
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by ~xiooua
Fireflies-Fireflies
Our hands waver, locked in lingering sparks of flying fire.
And our air cracks in cries of red, our ears flare like flames.
You fall, into darkened dirt, grass gripping at sunken sleeves. And I’m still - a frozen flame locked in lingering sparks.
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by ~xiooua
In Absentia-In Absentia
In Absentia
Our cobweb cots hang fifty feet above the ground, stuck like white linen to pillars of oak.
In the morning our bright eyes bloom to breakfast, and we become free falling balls of black fur.
But they took us, the arms of others. Our legs are pulled and plucked.
Our cobweb cots are vacant cotton blots,
attached to bars of bark. But we dance, a dance, a waltz, our waltz.
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by ~xiooua
Variations on a Theme-Variations on a Theme
Variations on a Theme
All the elevators were gone, so we climb valleys of vertical steel. Complexes of corners and tin cans, ceiling fans.
And all the alleyways were gone, so we breathe the air over there. Distilled by headlights and skylights, lampposts and lamplights.
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by ~xiooua
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April's HouseThe man who would be my lover through April had a daughter. I showed her Playboys from 1999 and she grabbed at my breasts.April's House
In mid-April my lover's grandmother died in a Michigan hospital. The night before we had hurried sex on a friend's floor and in his shower.
I lay naked on a dark blue couch watching B list horror movies with names like Frankenhooker and drank carbonated strawberry wine.
The floor was covered in empty Bacardi bottles and powdered Cheetos while the bathroom smelled of concentrated bleach and urine.
I could crawl out onto the flat tarry roof through
by ~ThimbleIsland
takes her lessonThe buildings were bowing as far as their lightning rods would allow them, laying their pot plant leaves before my feet,takes her lesson
amidst the donkey’s traffic grunt. I had been given my messiah,
wedged between two glossy slips of cardboard. I’m too shy with strangers to say no;
I gained faith thanks to the selfless persistence
of a ten year old. Except when I closed my eyes
I saw only momentary multi-hued memories
on the back of my lids.
But that’s okay, that’s okay, I had a smile on my face and god in my hand.
I opened my eyes to:
eager
by ~La-Serpentia
He does.He always satisfies me.He does.
Breaking zealously the chords of a hyped lust for skin sliding off, he jars my center to life; writing me the pages to a successful climb. Granted, he never instigates; he awaits my building-block-flavored longing to dominate me into his accompaniment. He lies patient and receiving; docile to the touch he beckons. I can play my 5-legged spiders over his entirety, bottle the moans I enhance from his depths to be preserved, to let every pair feel our night. Pulling him taut a tad here and there, then testing his throbbing reaction, I know he is ready for my every move.
No sir,
by ~DPSmistress
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