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Anna Martinez Apr 2012
The mind sees
what the heart
wants it to feel
But I don't want to feel you
in all your glorious boy glory
But I see you
your smooth skin
your soft lips
your steady hands
your strong neck
your wide arms
your fingered-through hair
your breathing
your bright unsure eyes
so sure
as you breathe
and your wide arms
embrace me
with your steady hands
on my steady hips
and your breathing
on my curved neck
hooked around your strong neck
your soft skin
weeping
seeping
into mine
hot
and goosebumpy
from your soft lips
swelling mine
my fingers
******* through
your fingered-through crown
your eyes
taking me in
with my full eyes
so close
to sure
and my heart
wants
to feel
your heart
feeling
me
Anna Martinez Mar 2012
When did Wishes become as commonplace as pennies in Fountains?
When did Unicorns stop dreaming?
In a place where Unicorns can Dream
And Stars are Paths
And Fat Orange Cats are Sullen Irish Dancing Potatoes
With Biscuit Legs and Waterfall Eyes
With an Everything complex
Due to feeling the Absence of all
Whilst having felt an overwhelming Nothing
And Ant ****'s full of Honey and Air
Pirouette and bend their slim Amber eyed head backwards
To see such hopeless Unicorns Dreaming of
Trollops and Almosts who don't know what Mermaids are
Mermaids that only Sing Underwater
And watch Sullen Irish Dancing Potato Boy
With Biscuit Legs and Waterfall Eyes
And an Everything complex
Because Garfield can't figure out
If Fat Orange Cat is okay with loving Selfish Harlot Mermaid
Or not

Maybe we should all just stay Honey-Eyed Harlots
And Hero Twin Flames
Maybe the penny can be a Wish
And the Star's dust pathways
And Unicorns can see black instead of Dreams.
And it would do you much as well
To leave well enough alone.
Anna Martinez Mar 2012
And
And
You're running inside
The boxes
And
In Time, In Time
And
You're running along
The sides
When Times collide
And
You're running inside
The boxes
Tears aside
Tears inside

When you hide
I'll find
Latches
Open with words of mine
And
We'll be fine
With words in mind
And
We'll be running along
The boxes
Hands of Time
Stopping at nine

And
I'll be running inside
The boxes
And in Time
Our hands align
And
We'll be running inside
The boxes

— The End —