danielle-jonesWhisper

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ConfessionConfession I: I want to be with you, not just around you. I want to lie with you, gently tracing the thoughts from my head into yours. I want to follow where your limbs go, with my lips, like a map or the north star leading me to your most beautiful valleys and mountains. I would collaborate with your collarbone and back to mine, allowing a skin bridge, a focal point, to show how inherently beautiful you are. / Confession II: I want you out of my head, but not out of my life. I have teased myself into a conditioned state, a procedure that no one should ever live through. I tripped over myself, and then over you, and I just want you the feel some electricity gathered at my fingertips, nose tips, please just kiss me. Kiss me like you would with your bent out of shape, looking for escape, lover. I could show you a thing or two about pleasure and how to love another woman just as much as you could love a man. / Confession III: I hope to apologize in the kindest manner, see some of your exposure – I’m trying to lift composure out of ten thousand gallons of saltwater. I know you have collected nothing but bitter – I just want to be sweet to you.
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Jan 7, 2013
air barriersMy alacrity scares me, / like the electrical figurations in your head / that create valleys and mediocre love.
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Dec 30, 2012
LuminateI want so badly to believe in something. I’ve stripped myself down from all the filth and cotton. I have untied the skin and bones and ligaments to find truth of my structure. I don’t know if I belong in this encasement. I’m out searching, coming to grips with my fingerprints. They are my own. Do I deserve the skin enclosing my organs. My esophagus burns with revelation, but my eyes still don’t sting. My heart is on fire, but yours hasn’t left its roots. I’m out searching, coming to grips that I am grounded in these cells.
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Aug 1, 2012
HoneyYou spoke through light fixtures on Peach street, / gave my bellowing laughs the spot light on Sassafras. / I told you the voice in front of us was as
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Aug 1, 2012
Halkidiki“May I have the knife?” I said, / as we were cooking with garlic and dough / in the heavily scented kitchen
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Aug 1, 2012
Nail StainYour nails stain my skin like Alaska, / grains beaten into my elbows from riverbeds / and the crossings.
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Jun 17, 2012
When **** Gets RealA kaleidoscope of plastic, drafted in the / layers of trash. The sights of a landfill, / the smells of hell.
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Mar 31, 2012
Elephant by heartElephants are the only animal species, known as a fact, to die of a broken heart. Their tough, leather skin can only guard so much; breaking blows from predators and using their sturdy bodies for protection. But surviving instincts and dealing with sadness are on the opposite sides of the spectrum. Social constructs maintained by female elephants, emotional seeds developed from birth; no wonder females are powerful, at least in elephant herds. The social constructs of human species, inferiority is an expectation. Motherhood and career balance, sexualization, acid punishments for justice, “Voice for Choice” since women shouldn’t take their bodies in their own hands, rapes unidentified, and youth more beautiful than souls. Sometimes, I wish I was an elephant.
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Mar 31, 2012
The Butcher's SonThe fine light slanting through the windows outside / hit upon the shadows in the dusty corner; / corners cut by the butcher's son
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Mar 31, 2012
ApologyI'm sorry I called you a pompous conservative, / and I'm sorry I'm not. / I'm sorry my focus is not on your intellectually cultured
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Mar 10, 2012
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