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Bleeding...
We stepped
toward each
other's wounds
with gentle
feet and danced
outside; but
now the bleeding
has resumed
and the blood
is hard to hide.
James Gibek Jude,
Tribute to February 14, 2015...
 Oct 2020 Francine Farina
mikarae
sing me your inspiration,
so that words may blossom
through the rings of the tree
in my paper.

gift me your passions,
so that pathways may carve
through inked rivers
and graphite daydreams.

paint me your love,
so that I may palette
your rainbow
and color my canvas

with my favorite colors of you.

the soft pink
of the inside of your lips,
and the offset grey
haloed through your eyelashes.

tiger lily freckles framed
by sweet peach
and wallflower blushes.

rainfall wrists
and dutch cocoa silk.

all my canvas needs
are the colors of you.
acrylic affirmations and watercolor whispers
 Sep 2020 Francine Farina
J
In and out of
Naps and daydreams
Imagining beauty
Imagining pain
I break my own heart
Every day
 Sep 2020 Francine Farina
Olivia
come back,
that's all i request

why'd you
have to go


i hate being in love
with someone i
can't have
Never love a simple lad,
  Guard against a wise,
Shun a timid youth and sad,
  Hide from haunted eyes.

Never hold your heart in pain
  For an evil-doer;
Never flip it down the lane
  To a gifted wooer.

Never love a loving son,
  Nor a sheep astray;
Gather up your skirts and run
  From a tender way.

Never give away a tear,
   Never toss a pine;
Should you heed my words, my dear,
  You're no blood of mine!

— The End —