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In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 Mar 2019 savana
julie
to love yourself is an art-
so i let nameless men sketch
their fantasies along my hips
to prove that i am too,
                                                a masterpiece.

**** in an antique wooden frame
that hangs by my throat
gagging on the subject of
                                                 love.
 Mar 2019 savana
A Mess of Words
I remember
sometimes

her voice would quiver

like paper lanterns
dancing in some
foreign nighttime glow

I fancy
sometimes

I knew that sweet tremble

at a tea ceremony table
beneath Chinese skies
many years before

it first caressed my ear
 Mar 2019 savana
OpenWorldView
Some poems create
a resonating chamber
deep inside my heart.
 Mar 2019 savana
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
 Mar 2019 savana
Empire
Spinning
 Mar 2019 savana
Empire
Sometimes
I want to spin
Myself into a
Hurricane
Just to
Feel
The
Calm
In
The
Eye
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
 Mar 2019 savana
Xaela San
This bottled up
feelings
I want to throw it
to the ocean
and wait patiently
as it drift
towards him.
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