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"inlines" poems
*some men and women will scale you from 1 to 10 like they have lived within the outlines and inlines of your body, like it's your fault the moon has craters or a crow was born albino or death is inevitable but they have only seen the curves of your waist when they should have seen the curves of your cerebrum, blooming with constellations on every turn; they have only seen the bumps of your biceps but they should have seen the bumps of your big heart pumping rivers of stardust on every cycle because you are not a 1 nor a 5 nor a 10— you are a hundred it is not your fault that you carry cosmos in your veins; i am proud of you— it must be difficult to handle that much beauty and power and this is why their scales only last up to 10— because they can only see the milky way when you are the whole universe*
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Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC
bishop rock is just a dot on the world map
i called your name through my fingertips and you answered , you called back with the blinks of your seas, the shiver of your late autumn forests and i could taste the fresh breeze in my lungs. toe to toe and lip to lip is the way i've learned your outlines and your inlines, your filled in places and the places where the ink bleeds through the paper. maybe if i painted a seaside, maybe if i painted a forest i could smear down the silhouette of you
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
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In summer nights your words goes wild, slipping in through the windows so you could sort of smell how the whole night had turned out Imagine the look on the face when they realised what you stole out of them Stopping it from the step, loosing the language in the tombs of dead fools (where else could be home?) I stick my finger up the hole spin it around, so that the twist of pleasure falls out dripps to then become sticks that pokes holes inlines As a kid, I could take them away,   imagining that I went away so that we never had to hear that cunning mind again I will never turn younger,  I’m told. I’m just wondering what they mean For what happens when my mind does not absorb the idea realisation about the casual plan it sort of falls apart
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Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
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