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Eternal Impact
I met you in diapers
Though I can’t remember it
You had on your typical balloon pants
That reminded me of a big colorful parachute
I realize now
That if I jumped from thousands of feet up in the air
I could have grabbed your fingers
And your parachute pants could have sailed us back to earth
.
You looked mischievous
Your thin blond hair wispy and boy short
I remember how your ears upturned
In a small pixie-point
.
You gave me a scar
A tenor scratch along my left cheek
Not to say that I didn’t return it
.
I know
That we’ve tied ourselves up
In an endless jump rope
[No matter how bad we are at jumping it]
In an infinite hand-in-hand love
Together we are creativity
Together we are meteors
Together we impact
Together we are
Eternal
.
Because
No matter how much Neosporin I dab on our scars
They are much too far imprinted
To ever ever fade
I met you in diapers
Though I can’t remember it
You had on your typical balloon pants
That reminded me of a big colorful parachute
I realize now
That if I jumped from thousands of feet up in the air
I could have grabbed your fingers
And your parachute pants could have sailed us back to earth
.
You looked mischievous
Your thin blond hair wispy and boy short
I remember how your ears upturned
In a small pixie-point
.
You gave me a scar
A tenor scratch along my left cheek
Not to say that I didn’t return it
.
I know
That we’ve tied ourselves up
In an endless jump rope
[No matter how bad we are at jumping it]
In an infinite hand-in-hand love
Together we are creativity
Together we are meteors
Together we impact
Together we are
Eternal
.
Because
No matter how much Neosporin I dab on our scars
They are much too far imprinted
To ever ever fade
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stefan
she stood on your dock
in black pearls,
and nothing more -
wet feet
and the asian dream.
you loved her
but
when the snow fell
on the dock,
the following winter
you couldn't
remember why.
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saudade
Last week, you showed up with the thunder on my doorstep.
Your voice was so drenched with the rain that I almost didn't recognize the way you said my name. It hung in the air like an incomplete sentence, like something unfamiliar, like you were so lost from trying to find everything we left behind and piece it back together that you couldn't find me in your heart anymore. It was pouring and the power was out and I was so tired of watching the world fall apart from outside my windows that I let you back inside my arms and inside my senses, and your bones were shaking as you clung to me and told me how good it felt to come back home.
There wa
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blue baby blues
i.
peacock feathers of smoke
brush over my calves
the plumage working its way
through the stockings & skin
to nestle into the muscle
where it will root like an acorn
and grow into an oaken pair of wings
to lift my feet from hardwood floors
so i can dance
with my knuckles brushing against the ceiling fan
ii.
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