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She slams the door, out on a long night's run,
His squirrel, his skylark, caged herself and now runs.
The morning's in limbo, the fog a deep dun,
His breath heaves in sync with the rain and gust runs.
Midday sun plays with frivolous fun
As fingers cross, uncross and sweat and lust runs.
The kids here are different, so don't jump the gun.
They make kinetic hieroglyphs from felt tips and rust runs.
Like many I've seen many things unravel, come undone,
But I promise, when pushed, the worst thing combusts and runs.
His squirrel, his skylark, caged herself and now runs.
The morning's in limbo, the fog a deep dun,
His breath heaves in sync with the rain and gust runs.
Midday sun plays with frivolous fun
As fingers cross, uncross and sweat and lust runs.
The kids here are different, so don't jump the gun.
They make kinetic hieroglyphs from felt tips and rust runs.
Like many I've seen many things unravel, come undone,
But I promise, when pushed, the worst thing combusts and runs.
Literature
Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Letting Go
This peace, a pure bliss, dances around me, it's silent song filling the empty room.
As these silhouettes wrap around me and I melt into the shadows, I finally find the comfort I've been searching for all this time.
My serenity is found only in death.
Literature
That word
One word.
That word.
You threw that word at me
Aimed with precision
To take full control.
You knew.
Which word.
Would vanquish my spirit,
Two syllables pierced
My worth and my whole.
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A ghazal based on There She Goes Again by The Velvet Underground. It was also partially inspired by the play A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen. Hope you enjoy!
A ghazal based on There She Goes Again by The Velvet Underground. It was also partially inspired by the play A Doll's House by Henrik Ibsen. Hope you enjoy!
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