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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
The grand turbulence, the fury
Of a flower's
     First opening.*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
An owl weeps
To break the silence
Amongst the stars.*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
The diaphanous descent
Of her purity
     On my peasant body.*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
How I've longed
To kiss your heartbeats
     Into the open...*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Blue shadows,
Risen from my heart,
     Set to find you.*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Can't lick your elbow,
Can you?
     I can*, said she.

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
She kissed me on perfect spaces,
     With stars,
          Into constellations.*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
How I've seen brown,
Blue, green
     Suns
     In simple women!*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Our love was—
Tragedy, somewhere,
     In Edvard Munch's
          The Scream.*

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Jeffrey Pua Feb 2015
Finally, the last
Of seven lightnings struck
The innocent dragonfly.*

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