shayla-v-1 - Hello Poetry

Idling in a wedding gown, white on white skin reflecting in its paleness the filth of what has been and what is to be. Slips of fabric tease hard lines of shoulder, a wispy, hyaline veil cascades in reverence about honeyed curls and through the curtain, his lashes flutter a boyish acquiesce. Fruit trees sprout on the petticoats of the billabong: desert figs and passionfruit and currants thick with black flesh who peel themselves back to tumble into his wide-open mouth. Tulle and silk bunch around his knees soaking in juices from the feast. Eyelids lower over two blissed out messy half-moons, while drool or puke or juice drivel down his chin in uneven, marbled strings.

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Jul 23, 2023

Jul 23, 2023 at 11:15 PM UTC

shayla-v-1

Bride

Idling in a wedding gown, white on white skin reflecting in its paleness the filth of what has been and what is to be. Slips of fabric tease hard lines of shoulder, a wispy, hyaline veil cascades in reverence about honeyed curls and through the curtain, his lashes flutter a boyish acquiesce. Fruit trees sprout on the petticoats of the billabong: desert figs and passionfruit and currants thick with black flesh who peel themselves back to tumble into his wide-open mouth. Tulle and silk bunch around his knees soaking in juices from the feast. Eyelids lower over two blissed out messy half-moons, while drool or puke or juice drivel down his chin in uneven, marbled strings.

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Hyacinths shiver in the breeze Dark hair framed by creamy peony petals Sulking against coal curls because the boy is too beautiful His lips split, trembling in inaudible pleas

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Jul 23, 2023

Jul 23, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC

shayla-v-1

Freckled

Hyacinths shiver in the breeze Dark hair framed by creamy peony petals Sulking against coal curls because the boy is too beautiful His lips split, trembling in inaudible pleas

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ice cube astronauts in a melting mint galaxy of gin and floral tonic orbit the space I’ve carefully reserved for forgetting

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Jul 23, 2023

Jul 23, 2023 at 11:11 PM UTC

shayla-v-1

Day Drunk

ice cube astronauts in a melting mint galaxy of gin and floral tonic orbit the space I’ve carefully reserved for forgetting

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seated in forest grass, in a blue mossy nest, hot to the touch despite a lack of sun, is a faceless statue a simple granite rock in the breeze, it’s carved grimace refusing to breathe

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Jul 23, 2023

Jul 23, 2023 at 11:11 PM UTC

shayla-v-1

Self Portrait 1

seated in forest grass, in a blue mossy nest, hot to the touch despite a lack of sun, is a faceless statue a simple granite rock in the breeze, it’s carved grimace refusing to breathe

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Your voice is a honey-lacquered harp string Plucked with precision and ease and your two hands turn the pages of my sheet music my curling parchment cradling notes whose ink you no longer read, boy, You’ve whispered these songs for decades it seems And still I weep when sugar meets tongue and seam

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Jul 23, 2023

Jul 23, 2023 at 11:10 PM UTC

shayla-v-1

Wasted Vacation

Your voice is a honey-lacquered harp string Plucked with precision and ease and your two hands turn the pages of my sheet music my curling parchment cradling notes whose ink you no longer read, boy, You’ve whispered these songs for decades it seems And still I weep when sugar meets tongue and seam

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Whatever was that sapling between us growing steadily without sun? Did it beg for the sea-washed crook of your arm? To sit in our garden ‘til dawn?

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Jul 18, 2023

Jul 18, 2023 at 2:40 AM UTC

shayla-v-1

Untitled

Whatever was that sapling between us growing steadily without sun? Did it beg for the sea-washed crook of your arm? To sit in our garden ‘til dawn?

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I searched myself for you in the promiscuous creek foam in the still summer pond and still, smothered in daylight, somehow nowhere Your smile cleaved me in two and moss soothes the cracks. Ancient and unyielding and cool.

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Jul 18, 2023

Jul 18, 2023 at 2:37 AM UTC

shayla-v-1

Fractured

I searched myself for you in the promiscuous creek foam in the still summer pond and still, smothered in daylight, somehow nowhere Your smile cleaved me in two and moss soothes the cracks. Ancient and unyielding and cool.

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Dreamt of being awash in arms that were neither mine nor belonged to mine But that slid behind me as a pulsing, licentious sea mine Am I sea glass? Am I a wishy-washy shellfish On any masculine sea-floor? Am I silly ocean foam?

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Jul 18, 2023

Jul 18, 2023 at 2:35 AM UTC

shayla-v-1

Untitled

Dreamt of being awash in arms that were neither mine nor belonged to mine But that slid behind me as a pulsing, licentious sea mine Am I sea glass? Am I a wishy-washy shellfish On any masculine sea-floor? Am I silly ocean foam?

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In a spot where my left eye should see clearly is a new eye a new bright pool reflecting my sleeping and blinking to teach how algae roots in still waters

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Jul 18, 2023

Jul 18, 2023 at 2:19 AM UTC

shayla-v-1

Retinopathy

In a spot where my left eye should see clearly is a new eye a new bright pool reflecting my sleeping and blinking to teach how algae roots in still waters

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At night while you sleep, I carve out spoonfuls of gut, and wax and polish and buff and replace it with stitches so fine you can't discern the old scars from new.

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Jul 30, 2013

Jul 30, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC

shayla-v-1

February 8th

At night while you sleep, I carve out spoonfuls of gut, and wax and polish and buff and replace it with stitches so fine you can't discern the old scars from new.

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