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 Mar 2016 Dennise K
Cobalt
Oddities
 Mar 2016 Dennise K
Cobalt
Its odd
Odd that no one has told her
her laugh is like a summer breeze
Odd
That no one has told him
his smile is reminiscent of diamonds
Odd
that no one told them
they didnt have to be one or the other
Odd
that no one
has told you
you
are
beautiful
in ways that convince you
Odd
But Sad
in the softest sound of a hopeful heart
she awaits you
she mesmerizes with the delicate flower of her smiles
cascading down your nightly path laughing sweetly
you know shes there
and so you whisper a soft song to her
you bring into it every touch of love
every tender intensity of devotion
and caress her soul with your heartfelt desires
you tell her of bright beauty of tomorrow shared
you sing to her of the swift velvet sea where
the two of you will forever be free upon its deep waters
you sing to her of the love your heart feels
for her alone
you know shes there next to you
holding you close
close enough to breathe as one
its not just a dream
its not just the beautiful night kissing your heart
she is there in every thought your heart feels
she is there ‌every song beautiful hearts dream
sing to her now
in just a whisper
she is so close to you
you breathe as one
delicate dance of fingers on each others softest soul
sing to her of futures to be shared
tell her of all the things that you hope for
tell her that your devoted love will last forever
forever just for her
forever just for her

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 Mar 2016 Dennise K
Rae Raynor
Good Witches do not

wear dresses of peonies

they do not say

“I am a Good Witch”

they are not

caricatures of happiness


Good Witches wear

sunsets like cloaks

they run with

bare feet

exposed limbs

and snake hair

through forests and foggy minds


They jump over stone walls

laughing as the

sticks crack

beneath them

they drum their midnight black claws

against tables

as if they were raised by wolves

and divine your future

in sidewalk cracks

modern-day Cassandras,

better listen

listen


they do not say

“I am a Good Witch”

they smirk, bear fangs

forked tongues spilling magik like moonlight

and make you figure it out yourself
862

Light is sufficient to itself—
If Others want to see
It can be had on Window Panes
Some Hours in the Day.

But not for Compensation—
It holds as large a Glow
To Squirrel in the Himmaleh
Precisely, as to you.
 Mar 2016 Dennise K
Jay
You walk in and the room falls silent-
Everything hushed by the presence of you.
My soul
suddenly awakened-
full.
I don't remember the last time
I felt my being ache with hunger.
There's something about you.
Something in the way you move
Like I've known you forever.
Greeting an old friend;
Missing an old lover.
Maybe we've met before.
There's an unknown comfort about you.
Soft.
Radiant.
Ancient memories.
Do you feel it too?

The hush of the world.
Was it for this I uttered prayers
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?

— The End —