Posted on August 25, 2008 by Deena
in a stretch of dependence, i let myself into you.
holding you, with your jubilant smile,
is immeasurable.
speaking in moderated tones, with gentle,
we fall asleep together.
despite your insistence on keeping me near
you do not drive me away.
your archaic virtue, the unworldliness
is undoubtably endearing
the soft of your back is spongy, delicate.
so malleable.
vulnerable.
i can’t imagine
that i was once
you.
we were [...]
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Posted on August 25, 2008 by Deena
ambiguous in her desire, she swept
into the sky in an auspicious manner.
imagine venus, spindled together.
altogether winsome. that was her.
as though taunting me,
the butterfly began to pirouette around me.
oh to be in such a spirit.
tiny scales and kaleidoscopic,
varicolored beating hearts.
wings of impression but in symbolism,
with the practicality
of flight.
american lady, silverdrop, cloudywing—
either which she is,
julia was once [...]
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Posted on August 21, 2008 by Deena
last night i looked for charlie
in frantic,
i searched for him—-
only to find him
right beside me.
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