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SS Aug 2020
Trace every line of me
love me softly and without restraint

(The devil eats at my table
She knows my bed like a lover
In the dark our spines draw close
To something shaped like love)

Play every string of me
Pick one and
unravel me so
I tear apart at the seams

(How could I be so full of honey
Matched equal in venom?)
SS Jun 2020
We were both standing on
the biggest balcony
I’d ever seen
There was a wind
so strong
I thought
it’d knock us off our feet
You put your arms around me
You had mist
rolling down your cheek
The sun shined
on the other
The fog was rolling deep
But the cold doesn’t mean a thing my dear
If you and I
could just stay here
For a minute
or for a day
But I know that I can’t stay, and so
When our hands begin to roam
We untangle and
We stumble home

A little more weather beaten

And alittle bit more whole
  Jun 2020 SS
God is a hungover slob
who doesn’t wear pants,
I will miss you like a house on fire.
? 2020
SS Jun 2020
I pour the golden lacquer down,
It soaks the dark and muddy ground.
As light and dark begin to meet,
Yin and Yang pools at my feet.

I break my bones and let them heal,
I let myself savor the feel.

Ancient beings claw and whine,
Their song is short,
they sing two lines:

“Fear not for your broken hearts,”

“You’re stronger in the broken parts.”
The Japanese art of Kintsugi, or “golden joinery,” is the repair of broken pottery with gold laquer.
  May 2020 SS
Dead Rose One

No, He said.

I want you

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.

11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways
SS May 2020
I’m 16 years old
I’ve been up all night watching old movies
and as my eyes begin to close I hear Clark gable say
You should be kissed often and by someone who knows how

I’m 16 and all I want is a Hollywood kind of love
A soft thing, filled with teary eyed confessions under Vaseline blurred stars

I’m 16 and I find myself falling teary eyed into the arms of any boy with soft palms and a cinema smile
But this love stings
And as I look to the stars for for that blurry reassurance
The sharp light claws out my eyes

I’m 16 and I learn love is a thing with teeth
And those ivory skinned women on screen can fall into the arms of something soft
But every time I fall I hit the ground so hard that it shatters every bone in my body
And broken still,
I get up
and fall again
SS Apr 2020
I see her in the ocean breeze,
In dark and churning stormy seas,  
honey eyes taste salty air,
She’s curls forming in untamed hair.
I see her in the deepest night,
A starry sky of freckled light,
An asteroid, her fall to earth,
Caused ripples through the universe.
Write bad love poems for your friends because adoration isn't limited to romantic relationships! This is for my freckled best friend
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