~ Ca. 2011-2012, ed. 2019 ~
Awake
Tick tocks echoing
all around,
heart beats booming
through flimsy cotton.
A hand at my breast
but they would not still,
vibrations breaking free.
Harsh and heavy breaths
swallowed by the darkness.
Everything seems dead–
the night is silent.
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Barely there
I used to sleep all right at night. No pixie dust was needed to shut my eyes and fly me off to dreamland. But these nights that pass by, I linger on the edge of peaceful slumber and restless wandering; wanting so much to fall and never remember a thing until my skin is drenched in daylight again and familiar morning rhythms stir my senses.
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Sleeping to dream
Somewhere between the whirring din of the fan and the soft, melodious rustling of chimes by my window is a suspended dream. There was freedom in your arms and love in tingling waves as skin grazes skin.
I wake up to faded walls of familiarity.
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No Regrets
Sometimes I want to
scrub myself raw
of your indelible ink,
and flush the brushes of our chemistry;
Bury my flame in sepia pages
still burning brightly
for anyone
but me
——–
In 2046
The things we don’t say, I’m so full of them. I have to empty my cup and start all over again. Or whisper them all into a hollow, and cover it with earth. Anything, anything, just to be light again.
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Kismet
Your love, I wear it well. Wrapped around a pink stone that sits on my bosom, beating in unison with my heart.
Your dreams, I keep them well. Stacked neatly on a shelf, easy to reach like my favorite books.