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Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
I am dull and rusted
and I have been had
but, touch me
return to me my shimmer
for my value lies in the palms of your hands
and in the creases of your lips
so, kiss me
with your cursed blessing
and stifle me with royalty
so that I may finally
know what it feels like
to be worth my weight in gold
long live the Queen
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
the thorn in my side
fused to your branches
reminds me I should have never
gone out on a limb

the thorn in my side
corks my red wine blood
grab a glass, drink me up
you won’t be around for the hangover
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
warm embrace is all I want
for now, but
I’d kiss your lips
if you’d let me.
and while our tongues tangle
I’d **** the air out of your lungs
until you,
shriveled and blue,
had no choice but to stay.
I’d hold your hand
if I could.
I would squeeze until your fingers broke
and
when you ask me why
I’ll lie and tell you my heart isn’t broken
unlike the hand that holds it
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
We used to be a tree.
We weren’t always a pile of sticks and leaves, remember?
Planted and alive; now waiting for an ember from a flame you had lit somewhere back in November
That flame kept us warm through the cold of December
                  and January
February took you back.
The tree we were was cut down a decade ago, do you recall?
Neat and unfair portions waiting to be burned in a fall years away from when we thought we had it all.
And the unlit blaze begged to burn tall
                  And wide
But it couldn’t.
A seed of yourself rooted again not long after we were chopped.
You grew magnificent and stronger and propped up the nest of bird who made its home at the top.
And who am I to beg for you to be cropped?
                  You can’t.
So I rest in your shade.
temporary visitation, I feel safe; unafraid of the pain that comes with departing the place where I’ve laid.  
Grateful for the comfort under branches you’ve made.
                  You’re beautiful.
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
tried and true
over black and blue
as the beaten path is trusted
but spelling blunders
make me wonder
if words can be adjusted
does it matter
how you splatter
letters on sheets of paper?
I propose a change!
To rearrange
words to lessen labor...
and writers block-
oh make it stop!
grammar is like magic-
it isn’t real
that’s how I feel
‘cause no misspelling’s tragic
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
never complain
never explain
and never pray for rain
when storms come
                        (and come they will)
anticipate the pain

never desire
never aspire
and never ever tire
when lightning strikes
                        (and strike it will)
anticipate the fire

never deceive  
never bereave
and never misperceive
when floods rise
                        (and rise they will)
anticipate your leave
Daniel Anderson Aug 2020
a shift of seasons nigh,
summer belts her cadence
the heat of her last breath hanging humid
over swaths of sweaty bodies
her sun ray fingers aim to linger a while
she grips her world with them
the kiss of her light warms, and also warns
of fleeting lips

but pages of calendars can not be glued
and stages of summer can not be renewed

I am a pillar of salt
I did not ask of Fall
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