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music of a drizzle,
wet smell of earth

a sun scattered face,
some winter morning

moonlight walks
with me, at dusk

sleep glows in
a deep cave

I dwell on you...
The poem was first published in the Sep-Oct 2011 issue of Reading Hour Magazine. This is an edited, altered version of the poem.
Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole
 May 2016 Sofia Chavez
Ocean Blue
A desert between us?
Only in your dreams.
Your longing?
Reciprocal, it seems.
Your heart ache?
Nothing compared to mine.
My promises?
Rare and always held.
Your smile?
Bright sunray
Throughout my day.
Your heart beats?
My earthquakes.
Your verses,
Daily narcotics.
My horizon?
Just to love you,
On and on.
 May 2016 Sofia Chavez
Torin
I love you as only ancient civilizations do
Mayan calanders that read the stars to predict the future
Knew about you
And me
How our minds collide on a supersonic level
And how each step through fire
How each pain that each nerve in each fiber of skin in each of us
Feels
Feels each other as something bigger than the life we know
As large as an expanding universe
Where you reach every end of me
I love you as tides love the moon
And each gravitational pull makes me spill water that is my soul
On the beach that is your mind
I love you as the morning loves the song of the sparrow
Incomplete without the melodic tones of your soul
Only me alone
Unless of course
You are there
My music is dancing alone unless you hear it
I love you as flowers love the sun
And always reach
I love you as the air loves the wings
That fly through it
I love you as the clouds love the rain
And fall down upon your skin
I love you as a child loves dreams
And you are my childish hope for tomorrow
I love you
That is all
I love you
Five minute write
drink her in,
a blue stream
vein at her wrist,
binding, unbinding
tress, thin bow of the
lips, whirlpool curls
at the ear, sea eyes,
as in her sure stride,
her sway, force of
an ebb, cutting away
at the sandbanks,
drink her in…
there was a young leopard
that morning in the sun

on hearing our joyous footfalls
it hailed out, "Having fun?!"

alas, not knowing, poor thing,
we didn't follow jungle tongue

and off we ran in such haste
as a question kept hovering:

"Having fun?!"
This poem is inspired by events that occurred during a trek with a friend on 10th November 2012. Though the creature

was not seen, circumstantial evidence suggests that we had a narrow escape.
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