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 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
you.
 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
i watch the colour
spill from your eyes

shaped
in the form
of shattered glass

i roll it
between
full pages
and press it to my lips

inhale
exhale

i wish i could
carry on being me
with so much you
 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
your lips
 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
your lips
used to write poetry
against my skin

but now
i can't feel your breath
on the curve of my neck
and i have nothing
to read
 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
light
 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
words
move like a memory
of golden light
reflecting off
a silver mirror
and falling across
white roses

petals
break off
and land scattered
on the words
strung together
with an angry
line
over
and over
until you can only make out
the tops
of the letters like
l k h f and t
the bottoms
of the letters like
y and g
and the dot
hovering over
the i

the recurring
full stops
commas
in strange places
frequently

if it were
a line
on life
that was touched
by the light
the feather-touch
of crumbling
rose petals
what would the stabbing
line
crossing through
mean?
 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
my type
 Jun 2014 aj
pluie d'été
what is
your type?

they look at me
with the same smiles
conspicuously
pink
and
spent

i describe
the shoulders
of the vendor
wide
and strong
(i saw him
walking
when i drove past)

i describe the eyes
of the Stranger
(i like him
that way)
dark brown
and clear
a little bit tired
when
he said
thank you

i describe the smile
of the boy
i think i still love
sometimes
and the cocky ignorance
of the boy
with eyes
like ice

i describe the colour of skin
the way you see
any colour
in the night
(the colours
you don't need to see)

i describe the humour
of the three
who always made me laugh
and the confidence
of the one
who wasn't afraid
to just kiss me

i describe the intellegence
of the one
who can't stop reading
(he sits in the park
a thousand years old
and falling apart)

they laugh
and i smile
and i let them think
that i mean one
 Jun 2014 aj
Ek
I remember you told me that the first thing about me that you fell in love with were my eyes
You said it was because at first you couldn't tell what color they were
Maybe the color of coffee with too much milk
Or the shade of a dozen olives sitting in a mason jar
You couldn't help but notice the splashes of blue
That twinkled like a handful of icy diamonds sewn into an emerald dress
Mystery eyes
Mystery girl
Is what you said
And from that moment on you let me call you late at night
And kiss you on the cheek
And leave notes in the pockets of your sweatshirts
And when you told me for the first time that you loved me
There was not a trace of doubt in me as I looked into your own curious eyes
Pooling like maple syrup
As amber as a drop of sap
I always was a sucker for brown eyed boys
 Jun 2014 aj
Muggle Ginger
Love like the sun
Loves the earth
Ever since they met
They dance every day

The sun makes the earth
Look on the brighter side
The earth gives the sun
A reason to wake up

Love like the earth
Loves the sun
Because the earth isn’t distracted
By the stars and the moon
 Jun 2014 aj
Amy Leigh
she spits out hurt like fire
a dragon in her own flesh
what little can he do
but pull out a cigarette

he'd rather burn his lungs instead
to refrain from saying things simply
misread


© A. Leigh
 Jun 2014 aj
Andrew Durst
It seems that
arrogance and ego
have a way
of
blowing-up
in our
faces.
-Andrew Durst
6-11-14
 Jun 2014 aj
Hedonismos
Her moon
 Jun 2014 aj
Hedonismos
Two moons in our fables and one on her shoulder
Zero gravitation when my eyes behold her
Painstakingly nurtured to escape from within
The face of the moon was drawn on her skin

The real one is white and glimmers with pride
Her moon drawn green will now and then hide
But after I laid eyes on her cratered skin
The whole of her moon had changed me within
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