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Think of me,
at your wedding.
With honey and brie,
think of me.
With coffee and tea,
& gifts of silk bedding,
think of me
at your wedding.
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Tupelo
Clipped
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Tupelo
Like an angel
With clipped wings
You've fallen so far
Down to this menial life
Touching the same ground as I
Breathing the same air as me
Crossing paths in a whisper of a morning
Catching the eye of all that was
You are such a beauty
Like an angel
With clipped wings
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
E B K
Beauty
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
E B K
My skin is imperfect
My eyebrows uneven

But so what?

I am imperfect
I am uneven
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Tupelo
Darling
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Tupelo
Oh this love
Let me explain this love
She is from the Rockies
Free as the sun
Strong as the river
Kissed by the mountains
She curves like the bend won’t break
I am from the ocean
Timid as the tides
Subtle as the moon
Awkward as the birds
She is my rock
Solid like the lines
Sharp as a tack
I am but guest
In her most sensuous
of shows
She is all there is
She is all my love
My most timid of hearts
My most delicate flower
In this garden of woes
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Viola
What is it like to be good enough?
I have never understood the concept.
I'm used to feeling inept
and full of doubt
But self respect...
What's that about.
Self destruction I understand.
I've mastered self neglect.
I know self loathing like the back of my hand.
I've never had a plan,
Never had a dream,
Never been good enough,
But perhaps someday I may.
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Viola
Breaunna
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Viola
She has eyes like Martian terrain.
Burnt Sienna.
Her pupils are black like the vacuum of space.
Little flecks of stars sparkle in them
but they are very much, alive burning like the sun.
Her skin is cratered like the moon, rocky and porous.
Her arms are speckled with freckled constellations.
She is a creation of the universe.
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Viola
I remember walking on crunching leaves and the sun shining violently through the trees. The light creating a twinkling in your eyes flickering vibrantly in the confines of my fading memory.
Everything was golden, gloriously golden in that moment.
Now, the decay is setting in on my once ambient vision.
I can still hear us singing, we could be heroes, if just for a day.
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Viola
Breathing
 Apr 2019 Ian spaeth
Viola
Just breathe
Slow and deep
Keep breathing
Take in the air
And release
Your despair
Inhale
Exhale
Keep breathing
You'll prevail
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