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Amber Silas Mar 2022
Explosion in funky beats
Dreams in the key of acid
The Ascension of Coltrane himself
Nothing more Nothing less
Bliss in raging fevers
The exact color of exquisite
Heartbeats in lime and bubbles
with a dash of salt
Help you remember how it feels
to feel
Amber Silas Mar 2022
It's finally beautiful outside
Evening fell gently
In love again

Playing with fire outside
Making a meal
The Lumineers crooning
in the background
makes me feel romantic
nostalgia
Something in the way
the coals smolder

Stars are out
Hopes are high
In love again
and it's lovely
lovely
lovely

But.

i miss you
i miss you
i miss you
Amber Silas Mar 2022

Why do we write?

Because every poem we create
is another drop in the antidote
to man's affliction with war
🧪
And from the grey aftermath
of bombed cities
there sprung art, wisdom, & love

Keep writing, friends.
Let's counteract this particular poison.
Amber Silas Mar 2022
Someone sinister has stolen her son
Her hopes, blood, and dreams
She's come fully undone

In the velvet of black
Coil and curl
He slithers
Sinuous
Preying
Driven only by greed

Plots and paths can be anfractuous
They twist and turn but do not break

Please be strong, darling
Like the dragon hoarding treasure,
he's only a snake

Heed the winding path
Evade viper attack
Tortuous
Slippery
Let your heart bring him back

She's now wound full circle
On this circuitous route
Despite all his hissing,
that Cobra's fresh out of clout

He thought money'd buy a child
ripped from their home
He thought he had won
An anfractuous peril,
An innocent son

Yet there's a light
in the labyrinth
An ace in the hole
The love of truth
and the truth of love
would be all that they'd need

Shiny serpent of glitters,
die alone with your gold
A life is a life
To be neither bought nor sold
Anfractous: definition is wound throughout the poem.

For
a dear friend in need,
and against
the incompetence
of certain family custody courts.
Amber Silas Feb 2022
So much comfort
in the giving and the taking

Dolce   Sweetly

My music man
Quiet now, and still
I turn to you, resting

Watch me initiate
Feel my touch take you over
Smooth and connected
Tender love and powerful electricity
The fire in my eyes
holds you captive
You won't know what hit you

Did you know I dabble in witchcraft
All the power of a woman
My long hair brushes your belly
Candied kisses, sweet with soul
You can't play me
like you strum your strings
when your hands are pinned above your head

I'm only Goddess; Wild, Free, Animal, Determined
Tempo meets Vibrato
I know you appreciate
when I take what is mine

Suddenly sprinting,
time on the line
As fast as possible, Prestissimo
It ends together, us,
for the first time

Morendo

I don't ask much
A blank sheet of a body
on which to compose

You pay me back
in small sighs
and stolen moans
To make music together ❤
Amber Silas Feb 2022
Papa passed away in June
By January the farm was gone
Somber soundtrack of a weekend
in Athens
Blowing through my brain
Blitzkrieg
Unannounced, Uninvited
Blazing bright blue
Like your pleading eyes
On your deathbed
Like the sky,
Above the farm
Over the tallest evergreens
Playing melodies of grief
Amber Silas Nov 2019
He called me love.
But I don't think of him
I don't think about the smile in his eyes
or the way our thoughts used to play
without moving our mouths
I don't think about us tongue-tied and shy
or how hard we tried.

Because thinking about him makes the muscles in my face hurt from tension. Less emotion and memory and more physical pain
A blatant, stubborn refusal
to let myself go back to that place...

He called me Love
and I think we had a love affair
but I was only
halfway there

Now he's nothing
but
the echo of a ghost
on quiet, rainy, nights
like this

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