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Deana Luna May 2014
little chicken. chickadee. flown. flying. grabbed between the talons of an alternate state of consciousness.

taken. observed.

not a piece. not my own.

her little chicken. kuritza. maya charoshaya kuritza. koshka.

soft safety scratches. reminders of a care(free)less childhood.
Deana Luna May 2014
i feel i feel i fell
a stern believing
in you in you in you
for me to be

Something something something
i just have to battle
will you will you will you
fall off
Deana Luna May 2014
they sit. every muscle in a state of relaxed inertia.
ready. for what. who. when.
when to pounce. or simply watch.
people pleaser. introvert.
if i sit i sit will they come.
long. young. small framed. dressed like an angel in heat.

they sit. balanced on padded paws. watches.
magnetic eyes. cookie eyes. chapped lips.
i wonder if he makes them come.
do you call this a sign?
why is everyone asking me that
savoring last drops of the sunset.
kiss my nose. cheeks sweet like agave nectar. peach fuzz with a trigger warning.
you animal, you.
traveler to farmlands and fields. sunflower sun child.
they say they’re the sun. calls me a moon doll.
and when you cry, do you light up the sky?
do the stars cry with you?
are they just as enamored as i?
spellbound limericks of funnysillysad love.
does the gold spill out your eyelids?
staining already sun kissed skin and velvet cloth.

sits. jumps. relaxed natural ***** fingernails hands caught in curls of my hair. what a wondrous mess.
you animal, you.
Deana Luna May 2014
open up to him without jealousy. just curiosity and care. comfort and conversation.
how do you feel her me us when we do this that.
talk and tell and feel the warmth of acceptance
all i want
such a good place good things attitudes
still be moving forward
running with a string in my mouth. attached to your tongue.
pulling you, my dear

moving forward
better better

all the feelings towards you.
Deana Luna May 2014
the glorification of the city
as if in its midst we can find some hidden truth through the smoggy abyss of lost humans
that we. you. lonely tired bags under your money maker eyes broken in this way and that. and i. crumpled arms insecure cryer
//let me keep this to myself.
Deana Luna May 2014
piling up
stacks of dishwashing rags and **** dreary eyed
finger numbing click clicks to get it done
clock calling out to the morning scolding
piling up
adding up to a bunch of ****
do the math
chances given taken and failed and smoked up to the very tips of fingers burned and charred and awoken from the bitter numbness
piling up
me. clothes. cigarettes. books of poetry. failures. disappointments. showers not taken. time since i last saw you. higher higher ~higher~
forgetting the social norms and dynamics of how i say this and you that
lying on my bed shirtless defiance you wild little thing
fantasies. ash. honeyrose menthols. bridge bridge the gap between my fingers and your lips. your lips and my lips. your ember with mine. light me.

-this is the most i’m gonna get-
Deana Luna Apr 2014
kiss him like lipstick.
bright smears. disappearing inconveniences.
seen and seen again and then gone.
i should hang up now
i’m not ready
i’m not either
then don’t but i have to i have to there is no choice please don’t stop saying i love you i love you

in my sleep, i imagine your touch. and you are not who you are. and i am someone else altogether.
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