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 Jun 11 solEmn oaSis
lizie
spin
 Jun 11 solEmn oaSis
lizie
i’m trying not to think too hard.
because it hurts.
because it always does.
but you can’t stop an overthinker
from thinking,
just like you can’t stop a heart
from wanting.

my head aches
with the weight of everything
i can’t fix.
my nose won’t stop running,
my cough shakes something loose
in my chest,
but not the part
that misses you.

and i do.
miss you in a way that
makes the room spin,
makes me wish i was
dumb and lighthearted
and easy.
but i’m not.

i think too hard.
feel too much.
want too deeply.
and right now,
i want you
more than i know
how to handle.
What’s meant stays,  
quiet and sure.  
  
True love waits,  
even when we turn away.  
  
What isn’t ours  
slips,  
like water,  
gone before we know it.
....sun will rise tomorrow
 Feb 28 solEmn oaSis
Dani
A jigsaw left unsolved
Left in hiding out of frustration
Years in hiding
Only to find the last puzzle piece
Was sitting in front of me the whole time
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would sell my soul
cheap very cheap
to have this kinetic
blessing

think of the life
of love’s illusions
you could sketch,
the intersection
of all the senses
in one glorious
syntax
speaking of the
synthesis
of perfection moments

to decorate ordinary existence
for others

to be a human filtering
kaleidoscope
this poet’s word~world enthralling,
mesmerizing

imagine a love poem
erupting,
the sound and the fury,
the volcanic coloring heat
upon your flushed cheeks,
the symphony of
tiny erupting pinpricks


when first you
kiss
the great love of
your life


For everyone to
understand,
persuasively share,
the exact ecstatic crystallization
of that single second as well as you…
2/23/25


For I want to be
kissed by the sun

not the candlelight

There isn’t room
at this table
for the both of us

I want to sleep
deep in the forest

close my eyes
and not be alone

A bed for two
only lasts the night

I want to take my heart
hold it in my arms

and not give it back
this time

To laugh and sing
and dance

to let them know
it’s just a silly little life

but it’s mine


She Said,
“I was his Strawberry Moon
Red & dim
Lambent with love.
But he never stepped into my light
Never felt my red beams.
And now…
Time is gone.
Time is gone.”
~
& after all, what did he reply?
~
First God
Then Everest
To the ends of elation

Her eyes in sunflare
An imprint from her light
Heavy and pulling me
The ever after of the hereafter

In that moment I was hesitant

~
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