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Colleen Feb 22
cobwebs cascade
where you were supposed to hang
but with the shackles i tied
around your stained ankles
you couldn’t reach
Colleen May 2022
i won’t wash my walls
for a reminder
of where you used
to touch

i won’t look at my skin
in absence
of where you drove
in the valleys
of my figure

i won’t wash my walls
your fingers
stay hung on display
when they should be
where you laid
underneath my framework
in the bed we made
Colleen Dec 2014
i'd like to
find a crevice
so deep in your bones
to build a nest
of your vessels
for this cold,
chilling winter
Colleen Nov 2014
heartbeat
in my brain

rivers
in my hands

adventure
in my soul

telephone cans
Colleen Nov 2014
i’ll travel the seas
near and far
on my ship

i’ll pluck all fish
on my great line
discovering every cell
a skill surely divine

i’ll come across volcanoes
their points up in the clouds
sifting through the lava
i just want to know your ground

i’ll march the chilly terrors
of the northern winds
face exposed, lights unfold
flakes fallen within

i’ll scavenge your land
the great valleys of color
just to find you
you are unlike any other
  Nov 2014 Colleen
E. E. Cummings
i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
  Nov 2014 Colleen
E. E. Cummings
the
     sky
           was
can    dy    lu
minous
            edible
spry
        pinks shy
lemons
greens    coo    1 choc
olate
s.

  un    der,
  a    lo
co
mo
      tive        s  pout
                               ing
                                     vi
                                     o
                                     lets
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