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 Dec 2013 Kahara Jones
Elliot A
Come darling, emit your sweet scent
Entice me around your flowing stem
Permit me to nestle upon your soft verges
To run hands through your vibrant colours
To dance, embraced as one, we blur
Spinning our deathly spin
Drowning in glorious, lustful sin

Come darling, reveal all you hide
Your vulnerable side
Shed that hard exterior shell
Fill my senses until overwhelmed

We waltz to the tune played
Many times before, oh how it has played!
Resting our heads on shoulders ledge
With a supple movement so slight

We swirl lightly, ever so slightly
Headed down to rest
Until the sun does rise again
And we repeat, nay, we play our lovers rhythm again
 Dec 2013 Kahara Jones
Rose
I need to be on point
no remorse, no recoil
you happened and now you've past
so at last

I think about how it's going to feel
to have to your hands all over me
besides a film reel
in a theater
that's been here
since we were ten
And how it's going to feel
to leave you standing there
alone, like me
finally

Sometimes revenge is all you need
 Dec 2013 Kahara Jones
etran
Swept the last strands of

Fresh cut hair

Locked the door

And went down the stairs



Slight vibration

On my left rib

Pulled the phone out

From underneath my barber's bib



Heard your tone

The regret and shame

Said you would leave me

For what's-his-name



Pounded the end button

Went straight home

Settled in my bed

And put down my phone



Two hours later

Puffy eyes and stuffy nose

Looked in the mirror

Grabbed my skin hose



Five hours later

Sore arms and wet napkins

Moist from not just

My lacrymose chin



My salty reflection

Stares back at me

Shame and guilt

Guilt and glee
 Dec 2013 Kahara Jones
Emma
I won't spit out your bones.
Instead I'll carry them,
nestle them under my throat, bear
them like I bore my love for you:
That is, carelessly,
cutting at my throat and ******* until
my forearms stain and an earthquake
thunders down, showcasing the other
fossils I have buried before you.
It's miserably hot outside
and my hands are very dry.
If only it was windy
And I was eating pie.
I send my voice into your mouth
You return the compliment

I am the Count of Cannizzaro
You are Her Royal Highness the Princess Augusta

I am the thaumaturgic chain
You hold the opera glass and cards

You become extemporaneous song
I am your tutor

You are my invisible seed
I am Timour the Tartar

You are my curious trick
I your enchanted caddy

I am your confounding doll
You my confounded dummy.
i don't want to to easy
and i don't want to be hard.
i just wanna be soft but firm
like your mattress.
i wanna help you get a good night's rest.
i wanna look my best
when you're around.
i wanna count sheep with you.
and hold you
when you shake.
when you ache for one my joint,
my joints will keep you high
and lifted.
i wont let you fall.
i know it hurts
when they push you down
to the ground,
smear skin to pavement,
so here,
let me be your armor.
i promise i wont cry
when they tear me up,
but i need you
to keep us together.
whatever happens.
i fell for you
harder
than how the rain fell for the grass
and i
will probably fall
face flat
against your chest because
your heartbeat
is the only thing i know how to fall
asleep to.
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