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May 2014
they sit. every muscle in a state of relaxed inertia.
ready. for what. who. when.
when to pounce. or simply watch.
people pleaser. introvert.
if i sit i sit will they come.
long. young. small framed. dressed like an angel in heat.

they sit. balanced on padded paws. watches.
magnetic eyes. cookie eyes. chapped lips.
i wonder if he makes them come.
do you call this a sign?
why is everyone asking me that
savoring last drops of the sunset.
kiss my nose. cheeks sweet like agave nectar. peach fuzz with a trigger warning.
you animal, you.
traveler to farmlands and fields. sunflower sun child.
they say they’re the sun. calls me a moon doll.
and when you cry, do you light up the sky?
do the stars cry with you?
are they just as enamored as i?
spellbound limericks of funnysillysad love.
does the gold spill out your eyelids?
staining already sun kissed skin and velvet cloth.

sits. jumps. relaxed natural ***** fingernails hands caught in curls of my hair. what a wondrous mess.
you animal, you.
Deana Luna
Written by
Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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