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i.
    Atmospheric potential accumulates like
    seeds of static pilling               the air
                                  ( piling in )
    ...or rainclouds.

    we are a child's game, a dream
                the impossible calm of a dawn sea
  ( when reflections hide the depth beneath. )


ii.
    And a thought later we're bare and down
    breathing and twisting and trusting and keen
    but gently, softly, sweetly
                               —and blue-hot at the seams.

    We're tentative, tasting, sensuous, stealing,
             instincts and promises and quiet choice

    we're  liquid and
             slipping and
             tricky time, ticking,
             gasping out rhythms in honeyed voices;


iii.
    we are overwhelmed by eyes—
    we are the bedsheets and second tries,

    we're calmness past the boiling point,
    we lie intense, or laughing
                                at the flip of coins

    we are light and careless
               vowing solemnly,
               earnest, at ease

    we're  lucidly foolish
      and  trembling reciprocity

    we are the languor that has
                                           settled
                                             deep  into bones
    the lack of shame that sticks
                          to our clothes

                               ( in lieu of our sweat )

    we are the wise returning to innocence

    we are the learning,
    the prayers sent,
    the waiting,

    the begging—
    and the rich men.
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The trick to poetry is that you say a thing by not saying it, and manage to communicate it better that way.

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:iconawasteof-paint:
this was a really great read.
:iconxxmychemanimexx:
This is so gorgoues...

we're liquid and
slipping and
tricky time, ticking,
gasping out rhythms in honeyed voices;


Amazing <3


--
And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it
-Blue and Yellow, The Used
:iconawasteof-paint:
np!
check out some of my work sometime when you can? :)
:iconalimari:
anything in particular?
:iconawasteof-paint:
nope, I'd be happy if you looked at any of it :)
:iconiampoetry:
Nice images. I like the seductive tone and underlying romance.

--
Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, writing to you, that is. I am the canvas.
--
my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art

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