stutter and waltzwe used to dance, you and I:stutter and waltz by MistressofQuills
you with your piano fingers
and dice knuckles,
me with my stutter
and veins like spidery tattoos
I used to shudder when you sang;
it always sounded as though
the music caught at your throat
the same way a sob did:
bursting past the hitch
with just as much force,
all the tremulous emotion,
but none of the tears
I used to ask you,
do bilinguals dream
in only one language?
and you would smile,
all eye crinkles and baby dimples,
and say, sometimes dreams
aren’t structured by language,
so no – sometimes we dream in three.
and I would frown,
trying to remember my dreams.
you used to complain
that your eyes were boring
compared to mine of cobalt or navy
or ice or storm or sea,
depending on what the sun
decided to reflect off of that day;
but I always smiled and protested –
with that raven hair and olive skin,
your eyes were glittering obsidian
in the evening glow of distant city lights
or milk-chocolate on a cloudy day
or luminous c
Woeful WondersWoeful wonders wander wildly over what once was. Tarantulas totter tipsily to the tarantella left tattered from tired times, perhaps trying to push pleasant poison from their piqued pipes. Atrophies arouse attraction, accumulating air of arrogant atrociousness and arrant beauty in the inception of ideal inklings of individual loss. Cheshire cats cheerfully chide the careless comings and goings of life, of love, which litter they're leniently limited lives. Lenient likely describes since like or unlike lives of these lilac layered lovers can choose its last light. Breathe be baited before this baseless belittlement of life, bodies being born from aroused attributions of attraction, from life liable love. Tarantulas totter tipsily to the tarantella left tattered from tired times, perhaps pursuing purpose in the putrid piles collecting from pure perseverance of passion. Kisses can kill, charming cats call, living not their last life. And yet still tired tarantulas tiresomely attempt to taWoeful Wonders by CrumbledWings
Her Smiling, Eagle-Wing EyesHer cheeks bend the corners of her eyesHer Smiling, Eagle-Wing Eyes by VicariouSoul
Into eagle wings when she would smile,
Thinking twice of me, then flies my way,
Warmly perched on my desires awhile,
Yet her footsteps have now been lifted:
She had been headshot, the man bolted,
And her mortal form, just then, exalted.
The kingdomMy land stretches valleys aheadThe kingdom by Mrs-Freestar-Bul
And dies at the bottom of seven mountains
Beware of the wolves; guardians of the riverbed
The black army stands with thunder in their hands
Pride blasts under the great steady hooves
Fearless hearts, warriors of our homelands
Our bread is mud, amber and row silver
And with every raindrop, falls a young star
Grows in all the palm trees, in every man's liver
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