sweet-ridicule - Hello Poetry

Blue Snoopy mugs and dark black coffee. You smile and I sip. I fling windows open to clean the inside air. It is negative degrees outside but in my bed we wake up sweaty. Bananas and pomegranate green tea, we read late into the night. Not unusually, I am alternating between euphoria and crises every few hours; the weight of existence is immeasurable. You explain the biology of monkeys and how we choose who our children become. I wonder about who I have become. We lay on the pink and the blue rugs and your body lowers slowly onto mine. You say you want a life centered around this; I say I agree. My head is too full of you to say anything more. I rub lavender and chamomile oil over my chest. I think of it when I walk outside and wonder if I am as much a part of the earth as I want to be. You kiss my neck from behind and bring me back. I am always coming and going.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC

a day

Blue Snoopy mugs and dark black coffee. You smile and I sip. I fling windows open to clean the inside air. It is negative degrees outside but in my bed we wake up sweaty. Bananas and pomegranate green tea, we read late into the night. Not unusually, I am alternating between euphoria and crises every few hours; the weight of existence is immeasurable. You explain the biology of monkeys and how we choose who our children become. I wonder about who I have become. We lay on the pink and the blue rugs and your body lowers slowly onto mine. You say you want a life centered around this; I say I agree. My head is too full of you to say anything more. I rub lavender and chamomile oil over my chest. I think of it when I walk outside and wonder if I am as much a part of the earth as I want to be. You kiss my neck from behind and bring me back. I am always coming and going.

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I love you tenderly. In the morning your peaceful complexion soft and your earth-brown hair tousled against baby pink pillowcase. My nose pressed against your cheek, I try to breathe you in (inhale the smell of sleep) (longing) with you I can focus in on controlling my pulse (1...2...1...2…) The arches of your collarbones make me ache your entire self singing of promise.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC

sweetness

I love you tenderly. In the morning your peaceful complexion soft and your earth-brown hair tousled against baby pink pillowcase. My nose pressed against your cheek, I try to breathe you in (inhale the smell of sleep) (longing) with you I can focus in on controlling my pulse (1...2...1...2…) The arches of your collarbones make me ache your entire self singing of promise.

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Stand outside put your hands in front of you catch the snowflakes in your mittens bittersweet like lemon green tea I take these pieces of living and slip them under my tongue like candies. I **** on them throughout the day and remain sane thanks to the rays of sun twirling across my dashboard and the wind squeezing my fingertips till they are blue.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC

up and down

Stand outside put your hands in front of you catch the snowflakes in your mittens bittersweet like lemon green tea I take these pieces of living and slip them under my tongue like candies. I **** on them throughout the day and remain sane thanks to the rays of sun twirling across my dashboard and the wind squeezing my fingertips till they are blue.

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giggling I am not being facetious but the sight of you flying towards me is exhilarating and quite honestly I can say that you are the happiest thing I have ever witnessed.

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC

dimples

giggling I am not being facetious but the sight of you flying towards me is exhilarating and quite honestly I can say that you are the happiest thing I have ever witnessed.

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you smell sweaty (and honeyed, like the Burt’s Bees soap you just started using) I rest my nose in the crook of your neck and shoulder. I should like to stay here while you do physics (watching you write is mesmerizing) but it is 1 AM and my eyes hurt. I will wake up eager at 3 AM when you stumble into bed; pull you close and mumble that I love you because I do. (the sweetest procrastinator)

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC

gosh **** physics lab

you smell sweaty (and honeyed, like the Burt’s Bees soap you just started using) I rest my nose in the crook of your neck and shoulder. I should like to stay here while you do physics (watching you write is mesmerizing) but it is 1 AM and my eyes hurt. I will wake up eager at 3 AM when you stumble into bed; pull you close and mumble that I love you because I do. (the sweetest procrastinator)

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waking up every morning I roll towards you sleepy and sweet you hum softly like a bumblebee and pull me into your chest warm and bare; sugary earth smelling I catch your cheeks in my hands your bubblegum lips, soft morning smells tired (patience) so ideally we could just stay here.

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Dec 11, 2017

Dec 11, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC

weekdays

waking up every morning I roll towards you sleepy and sweet you hum softly like a bumblebee and pull me into your chest warm and bare; sugary earth smelling I catch your cheeks in my hands your bubblegum lips, soft morning smells tired (patience) so ideally we could just stay here.

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swimming behind porcelain eyes (I have always hated porcelain) you are hard like ice a cold arrangement of confusion permeating the things you touch like poison (ivy) I am helpless when it comes to this an inside out a promise clawing for something (but what is it)

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Dec 11, 2017

Dec 11, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC

ice

swimming behind porcelain eyes (I have always hated porcelain) you are hard like ice a cold arrangement of confusion permeating the things you touch like poison (ivy) I am helpless when it comes to this an inside out a promise clawing for something (but what is it)

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I ask her if she saw your eyes She said she did that they are the “boy eyes” but tripled and then says but “have you seen your own eyes” I said I hadn’t so I ran to the mirror to see and started crying at the way my dark eyes are full of peace (giant wet pools of love) melting against my skin through my pores all because of (you)

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC

boy eyes

I ask her if she saw your eyes She said she did that they are the “boy eyes” but tripled and then says but “have you seen your own eyes” I said I hadn’t so I ran to the mirror to see and started crying at the way my dark eyes are full of peace (giant wet pools of love) melting against my skin through my pores all because of (you)

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you are splitting me open like a ripe pomegranate my back arching beneath you I am nothing but you (and come and go and here and upside down) you say your chest feels like it is exploding and smile at me half naked in a sweatshirt sinking into nothingness (everything) you are garganta do diabo (my eight year old self feeling a breath of endlessness for the first time) and Utah Beach and Mumbai at night where I am breathless (breathless) (I am raw here) twisting my throat splitting me open like I have never closed up.

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC

minha garganta

you are splitting me open like a ripe pomegranate my back arching beneath you I am nothing but you (and come and go and here and upside down) you say your chest feels like it is exploding and smile at me half naked in a sweatshirt sinking into nothingness (everything) you are garganta do diabo (my eight year old self feeling a breath of endlessness for the first time) and Utah Beach and Mumbai at night where I am breathless (breathless) (I am raw here) twisting my throat splitting me open like I have never closed up.

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fingers tapping on the seat and teeth biting into the steering wheel leaving angry marks (silent screams) gazing at the fire trucks in front of me blazing lights blinding and I am furious at the way my brain turns me inside out. A (un)kind **** you to the those in the past (the boys the men) who have broken me turned me twisted me bent me until I fit them until I could not remember myself not feeling lonely. tied until everything was tight and knotted (how wicked of you) and now I am unwinding (slowly so so slowly) and that is all I can promise him for now. (that I will slowly unwind)

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 10:26 PM UTC

unwind

fingers tapping on the seat and teeth biting into the steering wheel leaving angry marks (silent screams) gazing at the fire trucks in front of me blazing lights blinding and I am furious at the way my brain turns me inside out. A (un)kind **** you to the those in the past (the boys the men) who have broken me turned me twisted me bent me until I fit them until I could not remember myself not feeling lonely. tied until everything was tight and knotted (how wicked of you) and now I am unwinding (slowly so so slowly) and that is all I can promise him for now. (that I will slowly unwind)

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