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Red Mar 2018
my thighs are burning hot,
these skinny jeans feel like snowpants,

hands shaking ,
putting on a necklace,
can't stop dropping the clasp,
clasping onto breath.

cough gagging.

smelly feet.

electricity in my knees.

the creaking is so loud.

how do you do this?
who bestowed this magic
into your strong delicate hands?

falling into a bat of acid,
born another planet,
pulled the sword from the stone,

where does this power come from?
in a soft smile paired with linen eyes,
iridescent beams through my chest,

pulling on my tongue ,
you find my kryptonite,
and I was never a DC girl myself...

but maybe you are a beautiful mirror,
you reflect the powers of your opponent.
physically rather

maybe the way you make me feel,
is more a reflection of my power,
exerted into a physicality.

weaves my veins into my bones,
blows up my diaphragm ,
hives on my neck..

the true power is within me, though.

this much love,
coming from a little freckled white girl,
is my greatest weapon.

for you will never feel as deeply as i have.

you will never laugh like i do,
but you will never hurt the same.

what a price to be passionate.

but more importantly.

what a power.
  Mar 2018 Red
Kimberly Jane Sioco
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
Red Feb 2018
i love you
your middle name?
i don't know

but i said that i love you
enjoy your ****** fantasies
pour concrete into art
pour me into your plants
pour you into me

do whatever you will
wherever you may
with whomever you please

just try and think of me

just know that i love you
Red Feb 2018
I need not a soul but my own
trouble finding it
lost like keys
hidden under clothes

when I picture your face
it is soft
skin like sand
sink your body into it
warm yourself

unorthodox appearance
rhyme or reason
but pleasing

my mouth is watering
control is merely an idea
hard to compute
mathematics to an art major

let me put together
a perfect picture
redwood brown for your eyes
sweet salmon lips

heart flows to stomach
stomach flows to heart
internal lava lamp

tea kettle rising
on the back of my neck
keep it cool
while you’re heating up

coffee shakes
chug a water
to slip
into it
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