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"scapulae" poems
When it comes to forgiveness In truth there is not a single body to be forgiven except for your own Let go of that self with an inner smile Let these subtle flocculation dissolve in the pipelines By inner knowledge and flow Down the back drawing the borders of the levator scapulae On Both sides of the neck where both lines shall meet to run down through the gutter of the cervical curve A clearing and space created for it by compassion and Skin Replaced by the regenerated cells of the mind purified And that pseudo-self delivered from the sacrum to the ***** of mother earth with a truthful farewell.
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
The anatomy of letting go
I write for people who have not made it out of the dark yet I write for girls and boys and everyone burning between I write for those with gardens of pain bursting in their lungs, for everyone so tenderhearted they quiver at the red wilderness of splendor and absurdity around us I write for souls with teeth, for shadow eyes, for scapulae fighting to become wings, for rage and awe condensed to the point of explosion
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Audience
I swear she's an angel with scapulae for wings She sleeps with her back to me so I can feel their beating in my chest How I want to be the sin for which an angel fell Her golden mane falls drunkenly on her shoulders One day I found a 14 karat thread clinging to the shower wall And I  tore out one of my own just to be there with yours If I could, I would grow your hair from my pores Just to feel that much closer once more
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
The Devil in Me
drifting, drifting half fearful, half willing instead I fall into something empyreal ​I fall into you your arms constrict you hold me still, planting amative kisses on the once reluctant bambino baby unfurls at once, letting out little sounds of almost venery almost venery almost venery sunlight filters in through the little slit at the bottom of the blinds as I am lit by my own alpenglow, a little by the **** a little by the scapulae why do these phantom pains only become pains as soon as somnolence breaks? I keep this in my heart.
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
phantom pains