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her teeth are bricks;
mortar sweet Spanish,
she speaks in velvets and reds
and puts the phalanges on the fire hydrant.
a baby, round and ringing like a bell,
tucked between denim and lanugo
and silver through ears.
twelve years old:
she's weighty,
like a cigar man blew smoke into her stomach
like a cloud was mistakenly inhaled
from a laugh,
from a saturday morning floor-sleep-wait
for gunslinging,
that un-comes,
replaced with staccato of cartoons.
on the train,
her paddle feet tucked under the rain mat,
she tells her baby "Georgia tastes
like peppermint-cool summers"
and her braid sways like a Cherokee Rose
and the boy balls his fists like Tiger Flowers-
they will unfurl as butterfly wings,
stained-glass and webbed,
when she sips gold tea
and bends up her legs
and starts to breathe.
he cries; he speaks in a drawl.
She learns to fake it.
mortar sweet Spanish,
she speaks in velvets and reds
and puts the phalanges on the fire hydrant.
a baby, round and ringing like a bell,
tucked between denim and lanugo
and silver through ears.
twelve years old:
she's weighty,
like a cigar man blew smoke into her stomach
like a cloud was mistakenly inhaled
from a laugh,
from a saturday morning floor-sleep-wait
for gunslinging,
that un-comes,
replaced with staccato of cartoons.
on the train,
her paddle feet tucked under the rain mat,
she tells her baby "Georgia tastes
like peppermint-cool summers"
and her braid sways like a Cherokee Rose
and the boy balls his fists like Tiger Flowers-
they will unfurl as butterfly wings,
stained-glass and webbed,
when she sips gold tea
and bends up her legs
and starts to breathe.
he cries; he speaks in a drawl.
She learns to fake it.
Literature
Love it
I feel your hands in my hair.
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love
Literature
My First Kiss
The moment was awkward and all was still
One moment we were laughing and then silence prevailed.
Our eyes met but I grew afraid
Quickly I blushed and looked the other way.
But he just smiled at me and took my hand
Sometimes I just hate it when he always understands.
And even more when he tucks my hair behind my ear.
He looks at me like that and logic just disappears
I get weak in the knees, my hands start to shake
Has anyone ever compared love to an earthquake?
If not, I would have to say thats how it makes me feel
I have to sit down or I cannot deal
And he just laughs at me as he sets me down
Safely, I si
Literature
Unrequited Love...
You watch him from a distance
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
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you own a wieghty mind. i love it. this is beautiful.