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 Feb 2018 Tegan Briant
Styles
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 Feb 2018 Tegan Briant
Styles
When we kissed;
           she used her tongue,
           to write poetry in my,
           mouth.
 Feb 2018 Tegan Briant
Lana
Inspiration taunts
A child playing peek-a-boo
Hidden in plain sight
The dark sets in
Her mind is calm,
She sheds the skin
Of social harm.

Her heart beats slow
Then picks up the pace,
No longer below,
Peculiar grace.

A falling crown
But safer now,
A crippled heart,
But not to drown.

No more cries
No tears of pain,
Only joy
And wild rain.

She shuts her eyes
And breaks away
From all the lies,
A diamond ray.


No more burning
In her soul,
No more hurting,
Lips unsewn.

A beautiful aura
Of dark and light,
The night will fade
Into the bright.

Her heart lights up
With ecstasy,
Happy, although
A tragic story.

The true meaning
Of being sad,
Lips grinning,
But not glad.

A peek of sun rays
Through the curtain,
A blinding haze,
A painful burden.

She doesn't want
The happy to end,
But in the daylight
She has to bend.

Monstrous faces
Without a smile,
Hunger that chases
Till the last dime.

The day drags on,
A hurting stab,
Her life is a storm
Without a God.

No rainbow or sunshine
In the light,
But colours so vivid
Through the night.
 Feb 2018 Tegan Briant
ZL
Beauty intimidates me.

I was afraid to speak,

but I professed my love for you

with a little peek.
 Feb 2018 Tegan Briant
tap
float on
 Feb 2018 Tegan Briant
tap
If your tired eyes start to close
    and you can't seem to see clearly,
rest your weary head in the clouds
    floating, wandering overhead.
While you're up there in the sky,
    why don't you take a peek at the view?
dedicated to a friend.
She finds me
in the kitchen
making tea for two,
puts her arms around me
the way that lovers do.

I let the tea stew.
I love the sounds we make,
me behind you
up against the wall
spread-eagle
playing
sensuous
peek-a-boo
& getting lost
in the moment.
what is worse for a dandelion?
to lose its soft, seedy ball of cotton,
blown into the wind
by a whispering dreamer?
or to fail in granting the wish
of a small child, too young to realize
that a dandelion is only a pretty little ****?
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