and I am diaphanous glass
fragile prettiness only seen
when touched by your glow,
my luster fleeting and
not lasting.
fragile prettiness only seen
when touched by your glow,
my luster fleeting and
not lasting.
You are light
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My Soul
My soul
is the sea-skimming air
that whistles through young children’s shells,
mimicking siren calls
It is
the hurricane gusts
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What is Deceit?
Deceit is
the cradling of substance to one’s chest,
cold glass against writhing skin
a walk of shame across white hospital tiles,
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exoticism
grey eyes
stare, openly
at the flesh of elephant plums
raw and hanging, dripping with a sour earthiness
open your fists, green guava
soon dropped upon the shore
of a tall-tiered world, singing of poverty and praises
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