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 Mar 2015 Porsche Newell
CapsLock
Like a fog that blinds,
her smile dazzles you.
Like a chain that binds
her eyes imprison you.

She's a work of art.
She's such a hard worker.
She could break my heart
and she's mine all mine.

The longest dark hair
and her curvy features.
Plus two small hands
that make cute gestures.

She's a work of art.
She's such a hard worker.
She could break my heart
and she's mine all mine.
I took a deep breath, filled my lungs with sun kissed air and blew a wish into a dandelion. I watched it float gently into the wind and then I closed my eyes. I wondered if the critters and creatures could hear whispers of my wishes as the pieces flew by. I wondered if my dreams sunk into the earth and the trees absorbed them through their roots and displayed them as stories written within lines on their leaves. I wondered if the wind and the bugs and the energy in the earth would all conspire with fate in an unfathomably grand and beautiful manor to bring my wishes to life. Then I shook my hopeful head at how silly it all sounded, and I opened my eyes.

And there you were.
 Mar 2015 Porsche Newell
ryn
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**make me a cauldron of a witch's
brew•let it bubble and boil...;
simmer and stew• allow the con-
coction to churn•feed it with raw an-
guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi-
shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in
to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron
ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta-
tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give
me a vial of the witch's brew•let it
**** me or grant me the gifts
promised in lieu•
i'm all sorts of inebriated
but you need to know something

i think i love you
and it's funny

i know nothing of you,
you're far above me

but i think about those
words you write,
every day
and every night

how do you do it, dear?
how do you make such
beauty so?

i read my tears
and fears and all

there on the page
in front of me

& your signature
is signed at the bottom

i know nothing of you
but i love you

and i would tell you if
i could

but i have nothing but
this mediocre chorus

drenched in the harmonies
of my heart and mind

and it will forever pale,
always fall short

you are a poet
i am a fraud

yet regardless,
i know only the shadow
of your profile,

& the singular
heart that colors
in the black &
white lines

regardless,
i love you so
and you need to know
i wonder what would happen

if i had the courage to hit "send"
 Mar 2015 Porsche Newell
nivek
dressed in your green dress
I touch the soft fabric
reaching through the dead years
"memories have a life too"
I hear you say plainly.
embarrassed by my own lack
I kneel confounded
and touch the soft green fabric.
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