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 Mar 2017 M Harris
Poetic T
This distracted motioning
even though the world is static,
I'm  suffering from vertigo
of where I stand tall.

In a world slowing down
I see motionless moments
the faster it speeds up.
 Mar 2017 M Harris
Styles
Butterfly
 Mar 2017 M Harris
Styles
Fingers sinking deep
               below your surface;
               seeping into your *****,
               caressing your crevices.
               leaving their mark; baring pleasure.
               coursing ecstasy through your veins.
           searching for the highest of peeks beyond measure
               scorching heat, blood boiling, the pleasure pains
               soothing your aching flesh
               in relentless pursuit; of higher depths
               guilty yearnings, urges run rampant
               as your ecstasy starts to progress
               heavy breathing your hands held abreast
               pungent liquids; drenched with desire
               a seeping puddle stains the mattress
               gingerly leaking, outlining your canvas
                a mist in the air, cooling your skin;
 Mar 2017 M Harris
Onoma
Plush me purple--

your lap,

take this head in

my memory.

Send down your hair,

I can't climb up--I'll bite,

hair clip me Ma, come on Ma--

hair clip me Kali Ma.

Don't know where my body

is girl...break yours in dance.

Throw me off, far off...

air out my tongue,

**** the lullabies from my ears,

lick my blades of hair.

Let my eyebrows crawl into

my eyes...to be inhaled by my nostrils.

I only smell you till I get passed the fear.
*Kali is the most wrathful Hindu goddess, she beheaded Shiva.
 Mar 2017 M Harris
smallhands
no sun
 Mar 2017 M Harris
smallhands
inevitably waking up to a black sun, the eclipse is stuck
news channels don't even mention it anymore because
it's been this way for a while, now

sunshine became shadow- the smart people said we should just turn
night into our day, with the moon as a replacement
the world cannot revolve around a dark star, so the world chose to be nocturnal

we adapt constantly, we still are somewhat comfortable, but all
of the flowers are gone and we've turned to animals for their meat
desperately as the goods of the ground die out

pale arms and legs are the norm, and we ration our electricity in case this never ends, in case the sun never sheds its selfish cloak

we are managing, but there is no such thing as thriving, anymore

-c.j.
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