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 Jan 2018 H A Vitatoe
Lora Lee
There is a storm
gathering in
            my womb
soon to explode
into a thousand
crimson stars
lighting up
my veins with fire
and unraveling
deep-set,
          knotted scars
and the gentle rage
outside my window
presses on, inside my head
as I lie here,
my thoughts twisted
in a cozy, yet empty bed
my thoughts unfurl
in misty haze
           curl into
                      smoky
                 rouge
as nightsky thunder rolls
into creamed saxophone
                          deluge
the snare drum beats
in firelight
ripple sheets
in silky flutter
as my fingers strum
my womanly instruments
into loamy, primal butter
my voice in quiet utterance
as the heavens open
           to heavy rains
                    that liquefy
                           my desert
                 hydrate my
           bare-soul caves
so I electrify my echoes
into fruited, crystal drips
frothing up my
cherry wine
upon these moistened,
hungry lips
All these emotions move in waves
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I will never find the right words
to say just how I feel,
but this love that floods my heart
is a love no one could steal.

You’re the air that I breathe
my beloved sweetheart,
the light shining in my soul
the whole of my heart.

Your smile is breathtaking
a heart so loving and true,
my heart flips and skips
every time I hear you.

I’ll walk with you forever
giving all I have to give,
and promise to love you
beyond this life, I live.

Defining feelings in words
can sometimes be hard to do,
but I’ll always do my best
to show my love for you.
~
 Jan 2018 H A Vitatoe
ryn
I feel like river water.
And I don’t belong to stagnancy,
yet I’m caught in a lake.

•••

I’m destined
to move silt and sediment.
And overturn
submerged pebbles
so they won’t see
the green of moss.

I’m meant to surge
and eat into banks
so I could be split -
to make more of me...

My reach would extend
far and wide -
like scraggly fingers
grabbing at the
face of the earth.

My energy channelling
through careless forks
and into slimmer branches.


•••

My soul is river water....
And my heart renounces
the throne to idleness.

Yet I am,
but a lake.
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