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t Apr 2017
drowning in the ocean
that surrounds the black sphere of his pupil
his skin is cream fabricated
I trace his freckles gently with a fingertip
when he doesn't mind
as velvet compliments denim
we are together, flowing
he smells like sugary breakfast cereal
and salt water wind
he reminds me of sprawling dutch tulip fields
clean, unseeingly delicate
his lips taste like raspberries ripened by sunlight
we watch the moon, intrigued
I sift rocky sand through my fingers
and watch you in the waves
loving with eyes open to flaws
and heart beats matched
  Apr 2017 t
Hannah
The innocence of the moon
outweighs the crooked way
the stars hate the light of day.
t Apr 2017
i think you're unaware
about how much
i'd like to run my hands
through your flaxen hair,
pretty boy
t Apr 2017
SOPHIE'S EYES
are garden soil after heavy rain
a puddle in black concrete
the eyes you divulge to
in confidence
sympathizing and heart-whole
a star-absent night
charcoal blurred fingers
an chasm
between her eyelids
MY MOTHER'S EYES
are the beach grass of summer
seaweed pulled from the surf
in them i see growth
a lawn darkening in sunshine
the plants potted
she waters
and we pick the leaves from
BEN'S EYES
are the skin of limes
pond water
pearlescent and diverted
he laughs
without moving his lips even slightly
a blinking, highlighted green
street lights reflecting off
a stange car passing by
PAIGE'S EYES
are a cloudless sky
roughened ice
cold, empirical beauty
the ocean glaciated
the petals of roses
glossed over by frost
if a look could ****
maybe hers would
MY GRANDFATHER'S EYES
are steely grey
the blusterous
chaos of thunder
darkening with age
the sky in a hurricane
the eyes of a hurricane

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