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heretofore i had
let slip from my
conscious mind
your grace, and
how jolting the
reminder was,
like north and
south attracting
again, slamming
into each other
in a fit of [profane]
polarity.
                 until now,
  the little quirks and
quips we shared were
not evident, or i didn't
let them be, anyways.
still, the intensity with
which you sing to me
and i to you again can't
be stolen by an audience,
or outmatched by instrumentation,
because the wisdom of
the greatest libraries
pales in comparison to the
  volumes still in the telling
by those pools conveniently
placed in your skull for the
world to admire.
I had forgotten to change the photo.
as she was about to snap a ridiculous picture
of me,
she just stopped and stared
at my phone-
My ex-girlfriend
whom I hadn't heard from in three months
was calling
the caller-ID was an old image
of her posing in **** lingerie-

I had forgotten to change the photo.
Just this morning,
I was thinking of you.
Yes, you crossed my mind.

It was wonderful.
Simply beautiful, concerning my thoughts about you.

I called you.
You acted surprised.
When I stated you crossed my mind.

Then I hung up.
No other words said.
Then the phone ringed.
It was you questioning about my call.

And I only stated, I love you.
Which was the original purpose of the call.
Cause you crossed my mind.

When you set upon a certain time to speak.
It takes the fun out of the surprises.
When your love interest crosses your mind.

I can imagine the smile upon your face.
As you go through your day.
But you must admit one thing.
I'm on your mind.
As, you were upon mine.
I sit and look and watch the sky,
A Red Kite glides in search of prey,
I ask the question, how and why,

Do you hunt and poach in town? You do not fly
Or hunt your prey, where once you may:
I sit and look and watch the sky.

Be gone to rural hunts and say goodbye,
Go hunt your **** not here, but far away.
I ask the question, how and why,

Do you glide with so much ease? Now high
Above the rooftops searching: awaiting melee,
I sit and look and watch the sky:

A single beat you use to amplify
Your height in search of prey.
I ask the question, how and why,

How long before you see, you spy
your ****, then swoop and eat your prey?
I sit and look and watch the sky,
I ask the question, how and why?
This is my first attempt at writing a villanelle: a friend pointed me towards the form and I had to have a go. It would be great to know what you think.
After the sun retracts its harsh tentacles,
I leave the field,
dripping with exhaustion.
Gossamer fabric
falls limply about my ankles,
and with it, the weight of sunrise.
New dreams saturate my ambition;
or perhaps they are old ones,
lapping against tonight’s unfamiliar shores.  
My cheek kisses the country cotton sheets,
and I am reminded
that as the past fans out behind me
and the future shrinks ahead,
now is my forever.
Originally composed in April, 1998; revised in July 2012
I'm not exactly sure what's on my mind
       Many random thoughts
                     Whisper their way across
            Memories that are
                         Deep and dear to me
                    Like sunshine setting on
                               Horizons so big the water
Is too wide to
See the edge of it.

I'm not exactly sure what's on my mind
       Small bits of thought
                        Flutter across the narrow archway of
                 My mind with gates open
                           Wide enough to see children
                     Playing and birds with wings so
                               Vibrant in color that you almost
Think that they are
What happiness really is

I'm not really sure what's on my mind
       Fire dancing across
                 Whispering meadows without
           Burning or leaving a single scar
                     Which hurt and cause
               Pain that no longer exists and will
                           Never return again in my
Doubtful mind that has
Healed and won’t get hurt

I'm not really sure what's on my mind
       Red balloons with no shape
                 Fly across my psyche then crouch like a
           Tiger ready to pounce on a
                      Specific thought, just to get a grasp of it
               Before it leaps away like others that
                           Jump out of my reach
Before I can catch it and
Keep it forever

But as always,
I'm not really sure what is on my mind
I have heavy boots
My boots are filled with all of the things I never say
They are getting heavier with all the things I never do
Sometimes it’s just easier to wear heavy boots
At least your legs get strong
Her
Upon her back, a smooth mossy boulder rests
An old turtle shell that has not yet lost its aqua blue hue
or the blooming flowers between its cracks

The skin on her slim legs are the color of jean
her feet are soft and padded, much thicker than could be called delicate
they are like puppies feet
the other girl's feet tumble and toddle over one another
clumsy
but she has mastered their bigness

Around her ankles is a woolen strip
creamy white and fluffy
fair and curly like a spaniel's chest
soft as a cloud's skin

her hair is a lion's mane
I have seen it whip and sting when she is angry
but now its floating round her head
in a golden halo
like sun burned wheat
it curves, dips and dives
rippling down her back
blazing

The best part of her
as she turns her head, I catch a glimpse
her eyes
sad, dark moons
fanned with lashes, curling upwards, brushing the lids
they glitter as she moves

If I were to dive into a bottomless pool of chocolate
that still would not be deep enough
If I slid into a smooth black lake rimmed with obsidian stone
that still would not be liquid enough
If I leapt into a ebony panther's fur
that still would not be dark enough
to match those eyes that melt
and freeze
in turn

If there was a golden goose who laid a golden egg
and if a spider delicate as lace spun around it a thin moon dust thread
then placed it inside the black heart of the cruelest duke of old
and took it out after three hundred years
then that might resemble the two scorching molten drops
that were my lovers eyes

--Lily
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