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TakeTake the way you hold his hand and cup them where my shoulders were, another parenthesis hanging loosely without a pair.Take
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I am too tired to write another poem about you.
by ~poshlost
The PierI am addicted to the way your eyes look into the dusk, half-closed and misty grey, the wayThe Pier
Your fingers probe my arm like soldiers to their doom, every sinew on fire, and every nerve crackling with
the electricity of first lovers.
by ~poshlost
When you're through with himPlease remember to scavenge the wrappings from your armoire, fill a casket with the heavy children of letters and leave him as neatly as you found him,When you're through with him
Like the time you carved a silhouette from rusted foil, pasted it to the one window the sun never touches, and kissed
it with the hem of your sleeve until
the glass bled with soot, and
I imagine the mascara clinging to your cheekbones like glaciers, watching sunsets from the edge of the world, and never looking
by ~poshlost
Look AroundMy teeth were chattering so hard my eyes watered, and as the goose-grey dawn kaleidoscoped in and out of view, you turned to me and said, “Are you glad we left?”Look Around
“Yes.” The chill had clamped its jaws on the pinched skin between my ear and cheek. I could barely hear you. “Well…no.”
You laughed, the way you laughed when I tangled myself in your hair clips as a child, despite my breaking them, as if by flinging your glass voice you could chase away the cold.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t apologize. The expedition was my idea, remember?&#
by ~poshlost
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Shark attackby ~Purleez
untitledWhy is there an intimacy in sun and skin and fingers?untitled
Morning soft ginger, the day gliding through windows awakens the landscape of muscled limbs and honest eyes, shifting with the bright walls, stiring blue. Wide eyes sip on the spill of breast, structure of her shoulder blades;
the laziness of her spine.
Takes in two bitten freckles beneath armpit.
Kisses the sleeping girl, and feels like the whale taken too far into shore,
not bothering to remember how to ever get back.
by `Amberlouie
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