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Jan 2021 · 97
Dark blue heart
jay Jan 2021
What if it was mine?

And from its hiding place it came to me

And asked me to listen to the voice of

Its wounds?

In its throat would come the sound of

Mother, beautiful and fine!



There were birds in that religion, blonde

Birds, and light, a short shine and twinkle,

When the churn of my fever scared me

And the moon watched with ashy envy.



What if alone it found the way?

Inspired with a boy's desire to seek the

Shapes of a man in my dark blue heart.

In its eyes would hold the questions of

God, and I would break myself on its

Rocks, and tell what I had to say.



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Dec 2020 · 31
10:54
jay Dec 2020
Don’t threaten me with whispers

galore, come and stand by me

and shake my hand, and smile

a little more.



We are not strangers once we

love-

our hearts into the flame and

into the heartache we shove.



How relevant companionship

would be, without the burden

of mourning unto ourselves,

without swollen eyes the rapture

we could see.


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Dec 2020 · 45
acclaim
jay Dec 2020
Clean casts and cloths!

There was a lullaby about

the entered dame,

and I might have coated

myself in her princess

name, tucked inside of

her platinum frame,

and ate the strut

of her barefoot flame.

No shame darling,

no shame,

I crave you just the same,

from your curls I came,

and your rose colored kiss,

I claim,

from the drops of your golden

light, to the humming flutes of

your fame!


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Dec 2020 · 39
borrowed
jay Dec 2020
I've been used,

insidious trolls who make no mistakes about

their tyranny, the ***** toads cozy up to my

childlike glamor, and feast there.

Oh how to dowse the blazed flames of human

fruit?

The pulp of a blushed rose is a thorn that never

cleaves.

So I stand still, spilled in swill,

keeping secrets about my ****.

I am an extract, feeling quite in lieu, borrowed

and blue, messed about in the sheets of a lovers

quarrel.


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Dec 2020 · 39
8:51
jay Dec 2020
Let me leave it where it stays,

immortal.

Golden tongued and glowing,

an agony that speckles me and makes

me hard and unfaithful.

I'm just a four cornered man,

drowning in the flesh pools of

complexions-

I have a crush on my scars!


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