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pythagorean theorem

they say that love is a series of decisions but they never seem to elaborate on the part where the heart writes checks the soul can’t cash

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little rituals

we broke bread spread ourselves too thin on the burnt edges of the morning rinsed the bitter from the grounds left in the cup of our communion

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trembling on a knife edge  of simmer & rolling boil

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raised bed

hot & humid mornings  come softly laying naked across lilac sheets where jacaranda petals fall & settle atop bronzed skin as nipples catch a breath of fresh air standing to attention  transformed into sundials precisely calculating the hour when terracotta halos  hug undulating silhouettes   dancing, hands-on-hips across the ombré horizon 

i think— if i could plant my fingertips stretch tendrils & sign messages  learn the optimal conditions to grow start to seed a steady equilibrium  tending to textures in my headweather  thrive! like the flowers around me

i could finally let my internal compass  take my hand                          and guide me

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complicated dichotomy

collecting cuts  from fistfuls of shattered stars razor sharp tongues across  the shards of windowpanes  wrapped up in white satin gloves distorting into gauntlets  protecting broken hearts from the mesmerising fall over the balcony, watching the bottom of my beginning admiring priceless ruby swarvoski teardrops accenting the hems sewn inbetween the blood diamonds  of our past conflicts & disagreements fractured past seeping through slits in seams just in time to powder my nose  gracefully exit my existence & pretend i can battle through this

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le penseur

indulge in subtle pleasures of life in the home of my own company

can’t tell if it’s ’cause  i’m missing you, or if i’m failing to find  my purpose inside of me

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go fishing

twine of time twisted left hanging by a thread by the spinning of our sins in your eye, i’m calm  now drifting across international waters swallowed whole by torrential backwash  enmeshed in regret

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real doll

my ring slid over your tongue pressed love right between my lips slinking crushed velvety pillows between my thighs; slid the bolt across my gates, caged me  like your dirty whore, sealed up little tears & kept me as your blowup doll left in the depths of your closet  (more of a tip than to hang suits in) now more detritus than sexual thrill & still i dream of you using me when you want a little high lit in the soft moonlight of your own mattress with half a sheet on the bed pumped up with love again

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habits

you left me with two habits addictive and all consuming but the one that will linger for my lifetime; the unbreakable reminder of you

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an ode to menus-plaisirs – les troisgros

wind licks its lips reminding me of the  inescapable voracity of life tempting me with  an amuse bouche of challenging my borders to smooth the edges of my peaks and troughs  navigate the x and y axis to soar, not fall that life could be worth  devouring whole  as if I was forgetting  the mindfulness practice of  being grateful & staying humble instead; overindulging to avoid the interrogation of my inner monologue letting the salt tell its own stories — rather; lull in a soft moment  of solitude with my soul seconds standing perfectly still letting the warmth glaze over like self saucing pudding savouring each course showcased on the carte du jour

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____ground

opaque veils now consume the places we used to play in  the swings and round-abouts of our conversations  turned into sand picked up by a strong gust took the wind of “us” out of the sails of our future

i now spend days sitting alone  in the empty playground of my mind

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avalanche

six weeks since i last kissed  your lavender lips in the hallway time stood still, tears kept running  against weeping wounds of white-hot desires, sticking to the sheets where you laid next to me, celestial being — plunging your fingers through the dark sheets of the sky, digging up stars in the blankets of time the pang of desire, like watching a  perfectionist artfully racking a line, you were the one that made time  worth waiting for, feels like there’s not much to life  if we can't cherish time to cut it short —

oh, pardon me my bad habits, daydreaming while picking fresh scabs —

i hopelessly fall back into warm reminders of you again

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lilith

insufflate the last specks of my snow white soul feel the devils breath  waltz around your aura hang yourself up neighbouring your ego death suit trust fall into my arms, angel i won’t drop you

until

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the tunnel

loneliness is — standing in the middle of a moonless tunnel  on a steely brisk night  where the echos of thunder get amplified, the whirlwind of detritus causing tinnitus keeps making life noisy like a hoarder with an alarm clock problem i'll keep on oversleeping and laying in since there ain't no light in sight at the end

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tender

the appetite for a slice of life  bites down  on the bullet  of tomorrow

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slip

chaos brews a bitter sludge in the chokehold of solitude

i swallow a sweet surrender & sink into a warm slumber

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motion picture

stored photo albums of our minutes with stubbed out celluloid memories cigarette burns smothering eternal love letters signed reminiscent with the featherweight of your fingertips, the sting of a summer kiss, the stardust shimmer, the glimmer of your eyes... of your smile steadfast, i yearn for the seal of your skin next to the beating heart of a new day