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My stomach is a sinking ship
You are the ocean.
Filling my taverns, and weighing me down.
My heart is a bird
You are the hunter.
Shooting your arrows, and making me bleed.
My eyes are rain clouds
You are the storm.
Letting the drops fall, and watching me grieve
My brain is a bumble bee
You are the poison
Stalking my body, and stinging my skin
You are the ocean.
Filling my taverns, and weighing me down.
My heart is a bird
You are the hunter.
Shooting your arrows, and making me bleed.
My eyes are rain clouds
You are the storm.
Letting the drops fall, and watching me grieve
My brain is a bumble bee
You are the poison
Stalking my body, and stinging my skin
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Literature
Stay
Late summer day, frozen autumn hay
All dressed in silver
Are you leaving?
Picking treasures on the sand
Golden flakes to keep some sun
To keep you with me
A broken shell for you, my heart
You left me your smile and I kept the sun
You are still with me
A silver breeze stopped down the street
Has no idea about you and me
Wherever will be?
It took all the gold I ever had
That little shell, your precious hug
Until you come back
You stay with me
Literature
deluge
you swept over me
like a sudden summer rain,
your thunder echoed
in my ears as your whispered
words of endearment
settled into the dimples of
my cheeks,
warming them with the dying
rays of a hazy summer sun;
and like lightning dancing in the heat
your calloused hands danced
across sunburnt shoulders
until the skies
turned an inky grey—
and I was drenched.
Literature
I never found the spring
I breathed small errings into the crook of your elbow
eyes half skewed to the weather scheme
Outside, besmirched ink or knife blade in the cusp of light
Overcast and breathing, the sanguine morning
I whispered small resolutions into the crescent
of your pelvic bones, I
stammered in the rocks and choked in the foam
I never found the spring, lost in tired fronds
I left you clues in the seams of your skin, the
flesh sore between my teeth
Milk and copper permeate
the intrepid space our bodies clasp
As we ripen and decay
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