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Elise Marie Jan 2012
Mind your p's and q's
And don't forget to whisper
The man might hear you
Elise Marie Jan 2012
Air
Again and again
Your wings make wind feel alive
Disappearances
Elise Marie Jan 2012
I wish you were my cellmate
In this secret jailhouse heart
Shackled wrists and captive soles
Our bond a metal spark
Of sharp steel keys
In sharp steel locks
That hide us from the air
The air dragged in through two great lungs
The gateway to this lair
We’d spend the days devising plans
For solace and escape
While secretly devising plans
Preserving this round shape
For there’s no jailbreak from ones frail heart
As small as it may be
This red hot blood flows swift and coiled
Sanguine cycle will not cease
Until my red hot pedigree
Flows free and unconfined
By walls of flesh and stark white bone
A mortal contract signed
The day we swim in freedom blood
The day we will return
To mingle true with dirt and roots
And end this prison term
Elise Marie Jan 2012
Sea
Mermaids share hearts too
Anchors away my ocean love
Let’s swim deep and vast
Elise Marie Jan 2012
Music ties my shoes
Wrapped around my lazy toes
It knows no stillness
Elise Marie Jan 2012
Man
A breath of sweet and subtle stench
First warns me he is real
The monster dressed in sheep’s soft skin
Charm bells upon his heel
So sly and quick his words disguised
Thoughts dripping with dissent
Actions speak before the wolf
Can shed his meek garment
But just tonight the monster grew
A boldness unforeseen
And man’s true self
Has been revealed
The wolf, his teeth do glean
Elise Marie Jan 2012
Dine on open roads and dust
Each meal another stamp
These pockets filled with traveled ink
Beg gypsies to make camp
These stamps they urge for permanence
These stamps they whisper home
But these soles deaf to stand-still dreams
Won’t listen, will just roam
No tar pit streets or shackled needs
Will hold me in their grasp
My ship will sail to float the sea
The nets are tied and cast
These travels promise me more meals of dirt and humble brews
My thirst cannot be quenched indoors
A drought my soul would lose
These travel stamps drip ripe with ink
They live to smudge and haunt
The signature I’ve signed in soot
My birthright home does taunt
Yes, I must off to earth and air
Where deeds for land are scant
These soles the only souls I trust
I hope you understand
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