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summer aleYou are my hot, wet summer Sitting sticky between my thighs.summer ale
You are the moths, Attracted to a bulb of light And my open bedroom window, That continue to pulsate against the panes Of glass; desiring the moon, Until the sun rises.
You are that first refreshing jump Into a river, After a long trek up a track. Uncomfortable in heat. Cutty grass whipping my ankles. Shaky footsteps on unsure branch. The freedom of parting air And christening splash.
You are secret kisses, The refreshing breeze And the sole sunflower that
by ~whenwinterfalls
For SummerUpon her moon like skin Black stars make use of her limbs. Her thighs are a bridge Across their river Styx.For Summer
She takes time to spy On their minute movements. Feeling the Morse code Of their military footsteps.
Sometimes when she is alone They will creep into her eyes And dart across her vision, Crossing wires within her mind.
Like wise men they lay their Gifts at her feet; Her eyes are the stars they follow And her wrinkles a tavern to sleep.
When she slumbers, From drink or thought, They clamber to her hair &
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open windsYou threw thoughts like pebbles And they landed in the riverbed of my memory, Only to be ebbed at by liquid time itself. Water flows through scratches And makes them cracks.open winds
My love for you spread like wildflowers, Daring to be orange in defiance of the landscape.
Once I sat down by the brook of my life And spied a spider Traversing through the sun warmed stones,
And I didn’t think of you once.
by ~whenwinterfalls
AotearoaOur lineage has made us unfit for poetry. We are children of pioneers and their sturdy bloodAotearoa
Courses our veins.
They had no time for fine language. The heat of the day was just hot, And the bitter winter simply cold.
Our mouths and minds have adapted, We can no longer form descriptive vowels, And our heads simply no longer hold them.
What is rhyme? What is rhythm? What is the beauty in the setting sun? Simply a hot meal and another day done.
To try is to pretend,
For even the most lyrical ode, the most beautiful Keats, Sound
by ~whenwinterfalls
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