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Le Beau Oct 2019
When will this trans end, how soon until I'm free? I'm pouring my heart & soul out. My words don't land on deaf ears. My love. My flower. My beautiful.
Robin Carretti May 2018
The taste
never
waste
her time
Justify Spanish Fly
College girl juicy

She will mix you

like paste
What to predict
The terror reacts
Good taste
change it bad
Tantalizing

So pursuing
Never ever
sunrise
She comes
For U Celeste
The rank
ruling
Mark her
Masquerade
Edible bites food
Bra push up-
parade
Pushed you down
Celeste
Wears it tasty frown

Secretly confided
When
the sun
goes
down
The time
share
Who shares
The Celeste
moon
collided

She-wolf
The mix
he gets
a taste
Vampire
***

Whole
in
one
Gulf
of Mexico
Mr. Rocco

Hot
and spicy
foods
she
will
burn
you
Taco
Meat

Million
layers of layers
of her
moon runners

Her Madly
loves
The
Mediterranean
Kiss the floor
she walks on
Villa
Blue sky
  Eats so high
Tower-food
shot

Godzilla
Cremeolla
Write me
Mozilla

Salads cheese
Mozarella
Saint
Gennaro
Feast sticks
like her
Stucco
Do one's best
The Budapest
The Monk
Please the
temptation
Celeste
All blessed
Self-interest
Please don't
bring
junk

Resisting
arrest
She loves
her armrest
What
about his
Iron fist
O- Bloodwork
B- 
The  Hood-Wink
Going Northwest
His talk stinks
Columbus
You know
Polaris
Mall
the best

All taste
Food
Monolopy
Polly crackers
Dismal never happy
Brie taste of lies
Cukoo nest
Never rest
Eucalypti
Italy
Syrupy

Say Hi
Valentine
Wii
Wee She La femme
French Hi and kiss
In a name like Celeste are you all put to her test. Just relax. I will take you inside all her pleasures of taste
Celeste McGuire Feb 2017
I like the way your shirt creases
light blue and
ironed when you stretch on the other
side of the room in the chair that points you at the crisp
velvet of 7:07 PM Wisconsin Time
Carefully selected as a reminder of your
apathy and perhaps the added bonus of the inverse
image in the window
But every so often you filch a glimpse over your
arm and I can’t help but wonder how you don’t see the stark
contrast between us:
You, with your formal gray thermos and
perpetually opened word processor
single spaced
Me, with my pockets full of crumpled receipts and empty medication bottles
My posture My
teeth My
unwashed gym shoes
Marie-Chantal Apr 2015
On alabaster ear lobes
Were two white pearls,
And to the sweet Marie Celeste,
Would sing the joys of the world.

She was born in June.  
Loved to dance.

It's quite tragic, really,
That she was on that ship,
The one called the Marie Celeste.

A mystery never resolved, you see.
The pearls whispered the joys of the world,
But they never whispered the joys of the sea.

Pearls do not lie, but sing
On the lobes of an odd thing,
White pearls on white lobes,

Marie Celeste would only wear white robes.

The summer months were not enjoyable,
Marie Celeste hated the heat.
She was always the one who asked the questions,
And the one who died at sea.

If by chance, when under water,
You find a pair of dusty pearls,
Will they still sing, I wonder,
The joys of the whole wide world?
Marie Celeste has been a character in my head recently

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