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t Jun 2017
speak slowly
as cherry juice stains your chapped lips
in the haze
where hours vanish
wake late
to eat toast with no plate
in the same clothes as before
the days are a blur
laugh lazily
with your head tipped back
and unbrushed teeth
the breeze laps at our t-shirts
stare constantly
because the sky won't be as beautiful later
because everything is in bloom
and your love might change
t Jun 2017
is it too much to ask
to lay next to you
tracing your spine

with the scent in the air
of sleep and laziness
of softness felt and seen

in silence enough
to hear a pin drop
and match breaths exhaled

a body, two
intertwined and separated
go slow, and without speech.
t May 2017
heart open far

honeyed love seeps from me

for the things i see,

his hair dark and swept away

and his collarbones' shadow

and his skin tone: olive

he sees but is blind

to the things i find most beautiful about myself

like the curls that dangle in front of my forehead

and the freckles splattered across my cheeks

his gaze only falls short

but maybe i love him the same
  Apr 2017 t
Vivi Greene
tell me
what it is that
keeps you awake at nights
and distracts you
as daylight intends to
keep your attention focused.
do you care about what
makes my mind move?
t Apr 2017
the prevalent literary subject
the inevitable centerpiece
the time worn muse
it is heartache, she sings
drenched in moonlight
resting alone, she is seen
she is sought after
her hands are delicate,
her body weak
heartache is growing older
sterile to the world
but we still search for her
she sings in us
sweet bleeding
for artists around
take pieces of her and
exhibit them in their own way
heartache has grown grey
t Apr 2017
i hope you won't see
the jealousy-fire
that is aflame behind my eyes
t Apr 2017
my mother
is always visible
speaking what she thinks is right
mostly I listen
she does not look like me
she is more talkative
she is always unambiguous
but we are alike
we have the same habits
we share books, clothes
and affinity for the same television characters
my art reflects my mother's art
and sometimes her, herself
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