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colorfulSmoke Sep 15
Lone your stupor sits.
What reverie
you declare,
ambrosia never stang like this
since last the rain came stinging.

Ah but puddles my dear,
what fun!
I'll watch your splish splash
but let us not forget
the protection glass affords.

I fear large numbers.
I  confess,
it's true.
It's not the hands per se,
rather the eyelashes
and how they remind me of teeth.
They chew me up
with a glance.

Still, what good
could one decimal eyelash hope for
faced with Napoleon's specters.
I'd wager on scarce.

Even so, eyelashes chewed through
my thatcher.
I'll have to buy
a new one.
One that isn't so fond of how the Swiss
process milk.

Not that it's desired
but it's still nice to have a tally
in the loner's column,
now and again.
as i brush the mascara
on my eyelashes,
i notice the rain outside,
gently hitting my windows.
it’s a beautiful thing
soli Dec 2018
flower petals
seem to travel
on the wings of birds
on the outstretched arms
of the wind
fluttering like eyelashes
like the rustling leaves
of dying trees
down to the ground
at your feet
if only
i could get to you
just a little faster
Phoebe Hynes Dec 2018
I don’t change my sheets for days
after you visit.
My squished hands guide a lazy version of my body to
the bed that invites me to crawl on top of your dry sweat.
My torso sprawls into the dream of ******* transpired.
I like the nest that we created, lounging
against a mattress I pushed in the corner.
Tee shirts slouched into the crevices against the wall,
And my five pillows circling
our old tangled limbs.
;
Lust is a shield,
A disguise of telling your eyes where to look.
Eyelashes against eyelashes.
Your iris seized a blanket
And buried a dilated pupil underneath.
This is the facade of being naked.
You’re still wearing skin.
A mattress will not preserve sensuality,
But my quilt will hold my body together
Until I find the pants I threw across the carpet.
Aurelia Ward Oct 2018
The slit eyes widen
On the turtle that fell
For the gentle eyes of
A wolf in a shell

A dark liquid drips
Down the fleece of a sheep
Who knew a wolf could
So tenderly weep ?
For Lashes
voices to me they cried
my tongues tied to an pole
vice like grips on my mind
hammer and nails
she is
an
viper

her venom
trying
doom
on
me

shaking here
these chains
tremble
hair
of
an
lions back

bear love me
she feels
from
hibernation

she caught me
dream walking
between
her
teeth
my
deaths
voices
to me
?













...
..
.
drop me
an
lash
...
Madhav Mehra Nov 2017
And like someone took millions of years to create you;
Those eyes,
Hiding secrets somewhere under those eyelashes
and rest,
in a split of a second
spilling all the kindness left for the human kind.
mjad Oct 2017
he does not know
how soft his lips are
how tender pressed against mine
how the corners of his eyes crinkle
when he shuts them to put his face onto mine
how my lipgloss leaves sparkles on his nose
how his eyelashes tickle my cheekbones
all these little things he does not know
he doesn't know how much I love everything about him
chaziyer Oct 2017
If only I could tell you

how much the spiders

on my eyes appreciate you,

then the sentences that hang in the air

would be pinned to the ceiling

and the cigarette

would still be unlit

in the corner

by the lamp.
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