Home sweet home feet wedged in mud
of past times, negative numbers dangle
above the door, above the wind chimes.
Newborn flowers cant overpower
the change of weather, two names of whether
to fly away or stay nested in the deep-rooted tree tops
engrave the freshly rusted mailbox.
Buoyant love letters sail from window cracks
on rainy days, which dry too soon
for a soon-to-be lover; WantsBegsNeeds
them to be IT. Wants epiphanies like these
to outrun bottomless pits, wreck words that slip
the mind in a ditch.
Hell hole in a basket case, pretty please with a cherry bow
on top, lips free-
falling in quicksand.
Airborn love songs soar between sun rays
on frozen days, which melt too late
for a second fate; ClaimsHavesLoves
them to be THEIRS. Wants miracles like these
to outrun musical chairs, steer looks that share
the heart in a stare.
















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on rainy days, which dry too soon
for a soon-to-be lover; WantsBegsNeeds
them to be IT. Wants epiphanies like these
to outrun bottomless pits, wreck words that slip
the mind in a ditch."
I am so in love with that stanza. The imagery, the ... just pure awesomeness that is that stanza.
"Airborn love songs soar between sun rays
on frozen days, which melt too late
for a second fate;"
This makes me think of a snowflake floating down, catching the sun. I think it's a rather clever description.
The end is also top notch. This is made of such feeling, and intelligence.
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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You have four nostrils, just to let you know.
Sushi!
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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