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Alaina Michelle Aug 2013
Everyone has a tell
     an insignificant twitch
     a slight change in demeanor
     a subtle physical distortion

Two dime-sized octagonal flaws
    flushed pink
appear just southeast  of my left eye
after the water ceases to flow
    leaving only a riverbed
    salt
    in its wake

Pulled together
Faking poise
    and doing it well
Those two **** dime-sized octagonal flaws
give me away.
Alaina Michelle Aug 2013
I wore your shirt
to bed
just for the
scent.
ten words.
Alaina Michelle Aug 2013
...when he turns the wrong direction
down a one way street
and your heart stands still

...that freshly bathed and laundered aroma
that swirls around your brain,
intoxicatingly clean with a hint of nature,
unblemished by cologne

...effortless introductions,
accompanied by full grins
and glimmering eyes

...stumbling upon the perfect harmony
to the melody of his chuckle

...the vertical space between hearts measuring at over a foot
while the horizontal space from strong, broad shoulders
to delicate freckles rests at less than 3 inches

...a first hug exchanged, gentle and cautious,
yet still leaving a burning fire
where skin met skin

...*this
Alaina Michelle Jul 2013
A year ago
today
I was a
we.

Somewhere
between
here......                      
                               and
                                                       ......there
I became a
me.

Happy.
Alaina Michelle Jul 2013
Hundreds of little droplets
          tethered together
          perched on clusters of wire
          set in five
swing across the surface
at varying rates
          up down
          and around
until they plunge into
final resolution.

Most see a mess of lines and inkblots.
          an indecipherable language
          a cousin to Braille
They see the only stark contrast,
          black against khaki
          the page aged with affection

while I hear the harmony.
Alaina Michelle Jul 2013
Honey,
I only chase dreams.
Not drinks and never people.
10 words
Alaina Michelle Jul 2013
words go dry
before they leave the mouth
the will to write has gone
the stories have left me
the minds distract
the heart, intact
no emotional ups or downs
no feverish laughs
no sobbing sounds
time finally learned to freeze
and the words go dry
in the riverbed of thought
a desert landscape
until a monsoon comes again
to drown it
in new metaphors
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