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Eriko Jul 2018
fazed, wandering the summer night
of ricocheting melodies,
orange infused and bouncing
as crickets shoot like ping pongs
and cicadas echo over
the green, rolling hills
pockets of light encased
within our laughter,
a cheek to cheek grin
a composition bestowed
of teetering vertigo
and unsettled dust,
the chaos rolls and crackles
plugging the ears,
snatching syllables,
eyes steel shut and we yell,
scream, crackle and smile,
our hammering hearts
closing in orbit
Eriko Apr 2018
the waning sunlight
strikes a ray of brilliance
once more
blanketing the air
in thick strokes
of burnt oranges
and yellows so rich
they speak of gold

the sky dances and dazzles
and sparkling blues
underlay the patchwork
of oncoming dusk
caught in a twilight,
in an inexplicable in-between
of settling day
and waking night

a sliver of transformation
a destined evolution of time
I race and embrace
I ache for it to stay
yet in vain I hail
in its temperance
it shall remake
Eriko Apr 2018
what am I
but an impression in the world
a twilight of life
an ephemeral speck
a temporary flame
a fleeting beauty
of bones and soul
Eriko Apr 2018
reminiscing in sweet memories
savoring the laughter, cheeks
sore from laughter
and hearts flushed with
warmth and desire
and with these memories
often leave a bitter edge
a yearning for it
when it's all not
quite
true
Eriko Mar 2018
my mind small,
my hands small,
my words reach
not so far
I exist only with
a heart
Eriko Mar 2018
keep it low,
keep it low,
the signatures of malice
the tears and tears
negligence consumes
and hatred blinds
how to prevail pass
its parasitic teeth
Eriko Mar 2018
why is it that around you
I feel like a blur
like a constellation of sights,
sound and feeling
sensations plummet and ascend
playing with my hair
heart beating fast
that my tongue is loose
and awareness detached,
from my closest self
who is this person,
this youthful fool
a head of dreams and
hands of whispers,
eyes lingering where
beauty lies silenced,
she's still in her weight
yet flying by the edge of her throne
which  she constructed herself
out of sand and corals
the particles of time and patience
chafing against the relentless
hammer of her
pulse
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