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spoon Sep 2019
your hair dances with the breeze like grass,
while the orchid sky paints your face.
your lips, the shape of Artemis's golden bow,
shooting at me endlessly

your name sits on the tip of my tongue.
my eyes are wide and unblinking,
fingertips touching and grazing
as we lie under the starless sky.
ramble
spoon Sep 2019
first it was admiration
then came infatuation
until i realized that i fell
inside a hole

a hole deeper than
the a
         b
           y
             s
               s

and i don’t know
how to find
my way      k
                 c
               a
            b

but one day
i crawled out
and you were gone

out of sight
and out of mind

i rarely think of you
i still wish you well
but i’m glad that
i was out of that hell
for a love that flourished in one’s heart but never grew in another’s
spoon Aug 2019
So much depends
Upon

A great blue
Ocean

Blanketing over the
fishes

Shimmering under the
Sun
inspired by william carlos williams’s “the red wheelbarrow”

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