07 | July | 2015 | Golden Star Poetry

you told me i was special,

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alternate universe in my head, this
weightless and amoeba aureole of flossy flaxen
where the impossible was reality
i took myself into your embraces like cold
winter beams into the inferno,
moths into the sunlight.

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clutched, murmured to please kiss me now,
before you have left so very, very soon, and the
day is too young for you and yet, there i find my hope for your
words on my lips, and the honey flowing nectar we both could share
but also the way i felt as
thought i could embed myself into the
furrows of your every crevace

or were you

just being too nice?

am i simply brewing up this concoction of verses
and the unspoken image of the road,
and the people and things passing me by?
your face too wide for its brim,
or that’s all i could fill my vision with
too hard to fight my plea
to kiss you hard and have you kiss me
like an ageless ode or a law decree
as the suffering passing thru my lips to yours
was never spoken of again anymore