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Undress before the mirror
Stay away from the theater
Our lives are all veneer and no substance
She whispers fragments
Of her dreams into my ears
Before I've fully awakened to my senses
Yet it seems despite these fleeting memories
That they're never really here to begin with
 Apr 2019 misha
John Destalo
I only let you see
one piece of darkness
fall out of me.

Were you afraid?

What if I let you hear
when the space between
becomes less clear.

Will you understand?

What if I let you feel
when the constricting nerves
begin breaking steel?

Will you stay the night?

What if I let you see
when all the darkness
rushes out of me?

Will you still be mine?
 Apr 2019 misha
John Destalo
there are these
small creatures
skittering about
the earth

they live on
another frequency

they are tuned
into all the sudden
and subtle

movements
moments

feeding off the scraps
left by others

they are curious
creatures

if you remain still
and silent

they might approach you

but as soon as you move
make a loud noise

they will scurry away
and hide

I am a small creature
Are you hysterical
In the truest sense of the word
What is a womb
But a place to keep your bird
A nest for some feathers
A place to rest and sleep
What is a sparrow
But another part of me
You are awake
While i dream of inspiration
You are awake
While i breathe into our arrangement
Commitment seeks misery
And places duty in our hearts
We each keep a piece of innocence
And hide it where no one ever looks
Blessed infatuation
I am intoxicated by your touch
Come and spend a moment here
Beside the rushing river’s grace
I keep traces of your journey
In my heart where they'll be safe
i see tremendous beauty
in the smallest beings
in hummingbird wings
and tiny seeds planted
beneath your fertile soil
 Apr 2019 misha
John Destalo
all night
I am awake

it is raining hard

trying to get through
my windows

I hear her voice

a scream from
the distant

calling calling
to me

her soul is aching
chasing salvation

but it is a rabbit
in an open field

more quick than fast
it teases her
into believing

she is eternal

I was the one
always on
the verge

of something

sitting on a
teeter totter

never scared
enough to run

never brave
enough to jump

never one to believe
never one to be trusted
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