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She comes into your life heated and greased like baking sheets,
tall ivory boots sifting from her knees to her toes like sweet sugar and a voice like
melted butter that seeps through your ears and arteries until you are lulled and
content and you find yourself whispering her name into all the corners of your
body and all the corners of your mind.
Her last name is an extension of your fingers and your fingers of your heart and
she holds your heart in her palm like an egg,
running her wrists over its smooth fragile shape,
weighing it and shifting her weight like the shifting of
Its weight.
knowing,
that at any moment it could slip from her hands and reveal a soft yolk,
a sun pooled along the spine of the sidewalk and the elbow of the curb.
and it could slither over the street like her fingers around your shoulders with the
water and the rain and it will bob there, at the bottom of the gutter and peel and
dissolve and
the water will drain.
She carves out the flesh around your heart with a metal spoon and fills it with her
scent. She smells of vanilla and strawberries and damp earth, of summer and red
wine.
You feel as if she's coated the space around your heart with seltzer
so when she leaves,
when she pulls herself from your life like a bed sheet
your chest pops and bubbles and simmers until all you are left with is
chocolate
and the lasting taste of sea salt beneath your tongue.
tall ivory boots sifting from her knees to her toes like sweet sugar and a voice like
melted butter that seeps through your ears and arteries until you are lulled and
content and you find yourself whispering her name into all the corners of your
body and all the corners of your mind.
Her last name is an extension of your fingers and your fingers of your heart and
she holds your heart in her palm like an egg,
running her wrists over its smooth fragile shape,
weighing it and shifting her weight like the shifting of
Its weight.
knowing,
that at any moment it could slip from her hands and reveal a soft yolk,
a sun pooled along the spine of the sidewalk and the elbow of the curb.
and it could slither over the street like her fingers around your shoulders with the
water and the rain and it will bob there, at the bottom of the gutter and peel and
dissolve and
the water will drain.
She carves out the flesh around your heart with a metal spoon and fills it with her
scent. She smells of vanilla and strawberries and damp earth, of summer and red
wine.
You feel as if she's coated the space around your heart with seltzer
so when she leaves,
when she pulls herself from your life like a bed sheet
your chest pops and bubbles and simmers until all you are left with is
chocolate
and the lasting taste of sea salt beneath your tongue.
Literature
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.
Literature
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.
Literature
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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Wow! This is absolutely beautiful. I keep going back and reading it over and over because it's so gorgeous.