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Abby Aug 2018
You were an unlocated island
Inhabited within palm trees aligned
To cast the hazy dreams I see today
When I think about when I didn't know you.
The travellers who sailed across the roseate desert
Never thought to discover what was glowing
Like tangerine torches to lead me back into the light.
When I was given the map,
The luminosity was so defying
to how I wanted to love you,
That I wrapped myself in lurid shadows
As if they were velvety serapes
Because I was so fond of the midnight dusk.

You longed for a taste of another species
While I clung to the jungle vines that replicate my own.
Euphoric lava bottled up inside of me,
I couldn't tell you how your twisted words
Made my brain fizz like it was filled with lemonade.
As if the romantic poetry was seaweed
That you tied around every corner of the boat
I needed to pull me towards the shore
Like peonies groping their arms across my land
To steal whatever skin I had left to give.
I longed for you to unwrap the reef
And touch each and every fruit I grew for you.
But you'd already destroyed our rainforest
When your lips got tangled in someone else's mouth.
Though, I still want to go to the island.
Ellen Beener Nov 24
MOONS OVER OAXACA

The pecking of the beak
The flapping of the magnificent span
Outlined on the fiery globe low in the horizon
Air of spring surrounds
Bright hued serapes holding in parched heat
Pyramid reaching Sun
Glued to lashes that dare not flicker
The drums of the Aztec moon pound
To cool tempers as they flail above the plateau of Oaxaca  
Ancient orange moon hovers long after
The feared sacrificial songs
Dawn of survival endured many moons
Those who witness history
Those who feel it retold
A thousand years hence
Never forget the brilliant paints and woven pigments
That cannot absolve sins of the Aztecs
The frightening beauty of the Moons over Oaxaca

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