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You light up
Like a cigarette
I want to breathe you in
And have you burn my throat
To wiggle your way into my lungs
And rip them apart
Take my breath away
And replace it with smoke
Poison my body
With this cancer
Stain my teeth
And fingertips
A faint yellow
So I can remember the sun
And forget about my maroon veins
That run sideways
Like the horizon
On the vertical roads
Of my arms and legs.*
-CsR
 Aug 2014 Winter Allen Jane
May D
words are the only thing
that can fill the
hollowness that
resonates in my bones
Where sways in the wind the eucalyptus
with chiming bells rolls the bullock cart
lies the hut of my dream sown in wild grass
lives the girl I have loved and given my heart!

She is the girl not been ever to a city
she isn’t the girl can call clever and witty
a girl without a mirror she’s the most pretty
and I have loved her and given all my heart!

Her skin is dark cloud her lips river’s flow
her eyes are sky deep tinged with rainbow
she isn’t the girl skilled in love’s fine art
she is the girl I have loved and given my heart!

Her hair rusty black makes the winds insane
her smiles streaming brook no artist can paint
a girl without polish yet a beauty on the earth
and I have loved her and given all of my heart!
You rejoiced in my love,
        and reveled in my embrace
  
And so, I will love you as well.
       I will embrace you as if
                I were freezing
       I will kiss you as if
               I were starving
And I will love you as if,
It  is the only thing I know.


But once I'm done,
You will soon realize,
the most painful thing,
about falling in love;


Is when you hit the ground.
She never told him how much she likes him.
And he didn't express his feelings for her.
They loved each other in a way the world never understood.
For them, even silence was something special.
 Aug 2014 Winter Allen Jane
ryan
I am a fire.
A son of Prometheus, perhaps.
I burn and eat and distill and
Warm and give life.

But there has been a wrong.

My smoke is black.
I suffocate and choke and blind and
hurt. Because what I am burning,
Is alive.

It's supple with the liquid of life.

The clear gold filled in leaves.
It's in her too, and my chemistry
Is off. This chemo, the kerosene.
In me, doused on her.

It burns her and hurts and I am no longer a fire.

I am afraid.
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