ManfishWhen the sun hits you soft just so, with its golden tongues licking deep into the shadowed valleys of your collar, alighting the smattering of freckles across your back like stars- That is when you are beautiful. Then is when I was yours.Manfish
But you were not mine to keep, sitting on the coarse shore, sifting its grains between your fingers like a sieve, searching searching for a reason to stay. You were the dew, the only water in a barren place, fleeting across the broad plains of my shoulders and gone just as quickly, &
ErosThis is how I like you:Eros
soft, pliant, pale with sleep, as you ease open the door to draw me in from the cold into you, simpering through bleary eyes.
Time would drip like honey into the palm of my hand and overflow, thick and heavy, to suspend us in amber and capture the moment you see me before you, somehow for the first time.
I would press my mouth to the apple of your cheek over and over like a stutter, and you, untoward and bright as some distant star, would let me, thinking it still repose.
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poll:
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brittle bones,
a lonely boy
with deers and ghosts
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J o s i e
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Impending doom is good medicine for discontent citizens.
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One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other.
Drew their swords and shot each other.
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army of me -
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