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i tell him
that if you could find
an ocean large enough
Saturn would float
he calls me strange,
i prefer memorable
we stand and sway together
smoking strawberry cigars
letting the pale ghost ships
slip out of our mouths
and make their way, evanescent,
on the stammering breeze
dispersing among the leaves
i tell him
pay attention to the
inbetween of my words
he says he can't read my mind,
i think louder.
my dazzled, half-sleepy eyes
look up to the dynamo of stars
and i see Saturn soaking in the
upside down ocean of the universe
an unspoken imaginer's manifesto,
now i am sure that i was blind before we met
i tell him
the sea is not our home
he asks to go swimming.
i guess we both
want to change stations,
and live out our textbook dreaming
together.
my shoulders sigh and i exhale
turning to him like a trusting animal,
only to curl against the palms of his hands
& with his strawberry lips on my mouth
making smoke-sweet nicotine kisses
i try to keep the words
from flowing out
that if you could find
an ocean large enough
Saturn would float
he calls me strange,
i prefer memorable
we stand and sway together
smoking strawberry cigars
letting the pale ghost ships
slip out of our mouths
and make their way, evanescent,
on the stammering breeze
dispersing among the leaves
i tell him
pay attention to the
inbetween of my words
he says he can't read my mind,
i think louder.
my dazzled, half-sleepy eyes
look up to the dynamo of stars
and i see Saturn soaking in the
upside down ocean of the universe
an unspoken imaginer's manifesto,
now i am sure that i was blind before we met
i tell him
the sea is not our home
he asks to go swimming.
i guess we both
want to change stations,
and live out our textbook dreaming
together.
my shoulders sigh and i exhale
turning to him like a trusting animal,
only to curl against the palms of his hands
& with his strawberry lips on my mouth
making smoke-sweet nicotine kisses
i try to keep the words
from flowing out
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Mornings.
Mornings with you taste golden, like
that dawn we escaped together to
watch the sun rise from the asphalt
and burn its way down the road. And
we sat like sparrows above the dotted
yellow lines, waiting while the world
drove by and your face glowed hazel
and copper and hope. In the mornings,
when we share stories and wishes and
body heat, you feel more real to me
than anything I've ever read about,
than anything I've ever seen.
Mornings with you are hazy smiles and
soft eye lashes, like every morning I've
laid in your bed watching the dust ride
through the air on beams of light, not
having to do anything more than
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from inside my veins.
i want to sing out of tune,
become undone, fly a giant
marshmallow to the moon;
i want to jump on a sponge
three miles long and a mile wide.
i want to speak in bubbles,
just to pop all the words i wish
i hadn't said.
because i'm allergic to the sound
of wind-chimes, sea-food, and the
coasts of france.
i'm dying to become someone, but i don't
think i have a chance.
so i will throw my beer caps away,
i'll light the warehouse all ablaze.
and maybe i could lay down in the grass,
maybe i could sleep beneath
the constellations, dream about
Achilles' heels, take a breath
and breathe out sunflowers.
oh, it could happen,
one of th
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misguided hearts
you could say
they fell heart over head's for eachother.
another night under the blackened sky surrounded them
it felt as if it was the last time and the first time all rolled into one
with bruises from bed posts and door knobs
with scratches from fingernails and lips that dragged across skin
with pulses beating rapidly and shallow breaths exhaled
the same thought ran through their heads, "what's better than love?"
the answer is always nothing
nothing
nothing
nothing
no thing
could wake them up to the daw
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did you get the warm summer night feel? Was there a balance between humor and seriousness? I tried to connect the saturn fact with the second mention of saturn with the statement "the sea is not our home" did that all make sense?
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did you get the warm summer night feel? Was there a balance between humor and seriousness? I tried to connect the saturn fact with the second mention of saturn with the statement "the sea is not our home" did that all make sense?
DLD Feature!!!! news article here: [link]
#RelativityComic's Valentines Day Contest [link]
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