(ta[i]l)e(i am) jessica; a rabbit runs(ta[i]l)e by Sammur-amat
off to a cozy wonderland of my sapio
sexual preference; are you for whom the
bells toll? tho(roughly) tousle through my
mind as if luscious hair. lethologica
curses; study me in verses of
black and white hollywood
and bokeh-blotched photo
graphs. nudes, all the colors
and i choose to drape my home in
drone, virtuous groans; i will die as an
unknown labyrinth and maybe even have
a handful of tweedles suffering at the cul
mination of my denouement. layers upon layers
of untouched taffeta and spiced milk tea;
an aroma of familiarity strikes and i am
looking at a block-head, a geometric
equation far off my trajectory. i
may be destined to believe in
a faux ability to chop off his
head whenever, at whim
[sical] fancy i justify lies;
is every dame a dime a penny
too many? can it be
that the vixens in my koi fish
(ta[i]l)e have been caught in
your spider-webbed lashes?
amo(u)r \amo(u)r by Sammur-amat
vraiment, tu me manques / te juro que no puedo vivir sin ti
allow your taut flesh your waterfall wish / see if the scent of someone else's hair
Not about the SkyA shade of lavender slowly embraces the seemingly endless night and I am staring at the way it shifts the coloring in your skin; you are too beautiful for me to take in, and your every breath is absolutely bewitching.Not about the Sky by Sammur-amat
Is the reason why they call it a honeymoon because of how nectar sweet your everything, starting and ending from your bare, shivering, and sweating skin, becomes to your newlywed?
Or is it because of how much of a bee-sting-like burning can be felt at the thought of ever having to unlace yourself from your lover, once your post-nuptial grace period is over?
A shade of apricot trails along the submerging sun and it is leaving a tangy and exciting taste in our mouths; this is surely but a teaser of the sweetest bliss that has yet to come, and I cannot wait for us to melt into each other further still.
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inktrust me enoughink by disrhythmic
to let me carve my love into the
quiet slope of your back.
let me feel each bone,
feel your spinal cord humming
beneath my fingertips.
let me feel
waking upand imagine my surprisewaking up by disrhythmic
when my insides bloomed
into so many dandelions,
and in a single breath
roadkillnotice how the truck will swerveroadkill by disrhythmic
to avoid the animal that is dying,
but not quite dead
bones.bones by antonfrost
all portions collude
the myth of waves:
one half of the desert
pours its bones
into the water.
the other half hoards them,
hardens into mountains.
"You know you've made it," she said,
cracking her fingers,
"when you can sit calmly while a fire spreads
and write without referring
to the flames."
all my bones conspire
my death's head
sips out of a cup,
looks out the window
spotting a few birds.
The space between earth and the moon:
The inside of a cedar,
the absence of roots.
The silence of mathematics.
The magnetism between
The moon in X-ray--
all my lost things.
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Lightning Bug CosmosI lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to the
I wanted to say yes.I wanted to say yes.
an irrevocable truthi.
always half-finishedi can tell you how much i loathe anyone or anything that lingers, even when they're beautiful. my anxiety disorder can't handle any of that. yet it's been one year and one month and i'm still stuck in reverse.
...signaling a beginning.It is much too cold for May.
17-180 micrometersWhen we say hairline
Your Answer: A Ghazal Will I ever get to touch you again? I'm waiting for an answer
Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,
Turning Into Ghosts2007
seasons' changesi. last fall
Sravana VarsaI'm broken branches
A Sparrow's Soliloquy"Every year they get a new tattoo," Papa exclaims while pointing at a certain pop band as he watches the MTV Music Awards with me. I am reminded to untuck my hair from my ear in order to prevent him from catching my already 3rd secret tattoo.
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A Call to Conversation (22)--:devsammur-amat:Welcome to the 22nd article focusing on featuring and getting to know the deviants behind the work! This series will be posted every Wednesday. If you have a deviant you'd like to see included, please send =TwilightPoetess a note with the subject "Call to Conversation"--make sure to include the deviant's name as well as a reason you think they'd make a good interview subject! Also, feel free to send along a question or two you'd like to have answered by them!
Interview With An Admin1. Hi Sammur-amat! You've been selected for our staff interview for Love-Literature!
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