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(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,
i am no ship's harbor

i am no hero's weaker heel,
i am no good earth's flower

i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once

though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
kissing you and to be kissed by you
over and
over

i can never profess,
not even confess

note:
even to myself

i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless

yet again,

the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
ringing ear,
shivering nape, and
repressed should

25 pennies tossed in the wishing wellgolden sunlight
passes
cream curtains-
i rise.

my left hand is
in yours,
our rings
interlace.
i love your
lover's eyes.

please-
arrive by
twenty-five.

on essencebut first, kiss my dopamine--

rest your untiring hands on this swelled belly: feel me
as i swallow oceans whole enough
to condensate these north pacific skies, and accept
petrichor’s last offering.

so kindly are these breaths
left to lay rest
on the beds of noetic trees, let us watch
as they breathe,
let us watch as they breathe;

tasting the oxygen
swirling at the back of our throats:
life.

i love how simply the lull of your voice
bathes me in laconic moonlight
how this longing slows time two degrees below
the sixth of listening to mountains grow

pieced is this slow-beating
apologetic metronome, teethed and
sweetheart these
were

Requiem Fall:

     A slip
          A decline
               A loss

          You have been all these things to me at one point or another.

Fall,

               Did my heart
          Did my hope
     Did my home

          All this for the rak

dismantledyou're too bad, too m
u
c
h, using my heart as your
c
r
u
t
c
h. who knew human beings could
hurt each other by the softest t
o
u
c
h, so deeply
and so very, very
m
u
c
h.

Of Ether and AnimosityI'd rather spend my life in regret
because I told you I love you
than spend my life in remorse
because I never even tried.

I run my fingers over the brim of wine glasses
so that if I can't find you in the alcohol,
I'll find you in the sound that fills the silence
the way you once filled my chest
with rehearsed affections.

We are remembered by this earth; in the sound of
evening thunderstorms we are commemorated.
You blend well with the utter abandonment
and loneliness that echo off my heart unto
these bathroom walls-- I stand burying my soul
in solitude as I shower off
my intoxication and my distraught.

There are hungry wounds alo

with thanks to salingerAudio version.
it's on those cold mornings
when you are nothing but indrawn breath
swirling and knitted up inside too-big
skin and weightless bones--
when the horizon arches up against
the half-thawed tendrils of sunrise
and smiles
with golden teeth,
and smiling, begs--
it's on those cold mornings
when leaving is easiest.
the car will be cold, and you will
shiver, and the engine,
much too loud,
will smack of blasphemy
but you will find peace in the steady roll
of tarmac and the yellowing light
spilling across it,
with dust motes kicked up and carried
like fish in the undertow.
when you come to that first
crossroads, it will shock you:
the way the decision hangs there
trembling and desperate--
but there are no right answers and you will not
hesitate. and each successive choice
will be made of its own accord,
and you will roll the windows down,
and draw down the scent of ear

What it means to conquerI read about them
And lived-
in his mighty arms
and his passionate gaze
and their tragic romance
and fulfilled promise of never being
one without the other

Death can never be seen
as the end
to the undying eros

How I pray with all my might
that the oracles that spoke to you
were right,
that he has become a hero and
you will once again
meet in
the afterlife

For you have been destined for godliness
therefore your realms must once again
tangent and intersect
and intertwine

No queen nor goddess nor titaness
May ever purify, rectify
What has been melded

Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
Lovelily,
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.

I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
fresh,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.

With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you

caring for p(o)etsscribbling down vicious verses on
tissue napkins while seated at
the corner of a sidewalk cafe is
about as romantic, raw and
honest a p(o)et
-outside of the four corners of your bedpost-
can get

if you've got that person dreading over
drafts and dreams on end
-of you, for you-
consider yourself a new owner
it is now time to
tame this p(o)et's perverse mane
you've got your hands on
a fragile purebred
which can be very tricky for
first timers

north pacificAudio version thisaway.
icewater and tumblestone beaches, and i wonder, clifftop,
if the fog tastes like forest.
the ocean carves its histories
in the driftwood--creation stories and
lullabyes worn smooth,
bleached to a polish.
it might be sand shifting but maybe--
maybe i can feel the whalesong,
low and deep
thrumming in the hollow spaces of my bones.
i envy the seabirds
who have more room to feel.

Lovebirds' Sorrowshe was the girl with cat
eyes: broad and judging and
carnal; he was the doe
with a broken collarbone,
yet she found herself lost in
the warmth of his sighs and
asked simply for a set
of sweeter lies

[because it's only after you
sell yourself to the earth that
you learn love is not a
chemical reaction anticipating
every ignited glance and soured
word; no, it is a thing
of obligation that sleeps upon
your doorstep, knowing you
will always come back,
knowing you could never forget
its name]

he called to her on hollow
nights, and she found his
voice when she had nowhere
left to go

he was the cereal box savior;
she only needed a place
to bur

Midnight: A RensakuI'll hold you, fold you
tuck you safe in my rib-cage
-like first love's letters

I'll seek heaven in your gaze,
constellations on your lips

Catch the butterflies
fluttering in my rib-cage
-they know me so well

Write on cerulean skies,
breathe under turquoise waters
You pick at my scabs
kiss me deep in my rib-cage
-while I ache from bliss

I'm but a half-cooked body,
your warmth will surely rot me

O FevraleWitching hour, welcomed with a sigh,
bare-breasted and ink-stained in the night.
Half in love in this half-life half-light;

pisat O Fevrale navsnryd, dreaming
of the gods. Wanderer, today I died and
died again, and whispered prayers

to clasped hands… until the nestled
droplets fell away like sunrays at dusk;
and when moonrise came, I sang again.

Whistle+++
i am the wicked edge of ricochet,
the asphyxiation of dust
in a hummingbird's bones. skeleton,
i am silver, grass torn hollow
by a child's breath. corkscrewing,
my veins etch true reflections
on time's skin:

a cardigan crumpled
like a child. Blue
and torn in half.
---

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in the hollow and darkness of a cavern where we found each other a second time, you spoke to me.

You told me tales of bereavement, and that the most morbid of all is not slow demise but rather,
it is being killed, just a little bit.

I never thought it a possible plausible thing-
to kill a man, just a little bit.
The calcium in my bones precipitate at the thought as you beckon me from my limestone shelter.

How does one kill another just a little bit?

   Give me deionized water and make me a paste;
   clean all my tarnishes,

The Glass JarFrom the time I could remember, I'd been given this transparent glass jar. It is said that I've been using it since the day of my live birth. I'd been told to use its nowhere-to-be-seen contents not more not less than once a day.

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tugboat and selkiei. together tonight
   you lay with me by the bay
   bay moon reflecting
   sun's light
   onto the serendipitous
   sorceress sea
   have your way with me

   it is as if
   a billion strings of
   precious pearls
   lustrous luminous
   lined up just for us
   to watch in wonder

   there seems to be
   a storm ahead
   as cloudy skies show
   no sign of starlight
   though
   if we get lucky
   we might tonight
   discover
   our firefly friends
   as they flutter
   by the ferns
   flickering their flames
   in pretty synchronicity

   just as my ocean eyes
   reflect the light
   from your face

...signaling a beginning.It is much too cold for May.
Morning,
cold iridescence
breaking in.
He hates the cold now, you see.
Although,
He thought he'd always dislike heat
as he had since
six at school.
Fond of hugs and of sun,
being teased as
'sticky Steve'.

I guess
deprivation
is one key to curing
some sorts of incongruities.

It was much too cold that day as well.
Calendar and watch and
lucky compass
all set out.
Wind serenely flouncing,
roads skimpily iced.
Mrs. and son and their Tahoe by
electric barbwire were mutilated-
smokey,
sliver served.
As he sat there
Skewered,
eyes feasting
forcibly,
forcibly
surviving.

He wrappe

One's Own   Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
   Act, act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o'erhead
          [A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]

She stood facing brok'n mirrors
Brok'n up like her core within
Trying to see herself clearer
She wipes off fog with a napkin
They ready-mapped her world for her
She is their 'scape-goat, their pennant
Before it starts it is over
Her dreams burn and ashes scatter
She is a plummeting buoyant
Trust no Future, howe'e

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Aurora (Borealis)

by =Sammur-amat, Nov 22, 2012, 8:45:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

^{The vermilion sky melted and slipped
into a barely muddied, ruddy hillside
powdered-sugarcoated, vanilla ice-whipped

The vivacious glory-of-the-snow
sabotages the dead silence of the season
with its vehement, blue-violet glow

Know that I see the gleaming aurora in
your laugh lines, life lines
in the palms of your hands and
pads of your feet, unfurling the unsaid
The north star becomes
a cardinal bindi on your forehead
Know that I feel you are heaven-defined
prophecies pressed into my spine

You want to whisper across my tips and capillaries
breathe in sky-blue butterflies, out sea-green envy
I want to compass through your crust and marrow
with every very ounce of streaming sanguine in me
To keep burning bridges and breaking-off roads
marooning our mauve mere of melancholy
To reclaim yourself under new wintry dawn odes
finally, fathoming the worth of the word, 'free'

The vermilion sky melted and slipped
into a half-baked, chocolate hillside
asleep in sleet, numbed and tight-lipped}

Aurora (Borealis)by =Sammur-amat

Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

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*halcyonshores Dec 19, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

If I have to sum up the (oh so many) reasons why I love this, I can, too : "unfurling the unsaid".
That alone ensnared me. I'm weird that way.

A beautiful dance of lovely visions. Brava.

=Sammur-amat Dec 20, 2012 General Artist

No, it's that you're BEAUTIFUL this way actually.

Thank you so very kindly for taking the time to read and comment on my work, dearest!

You are far too lovely!

!randomlyinspired-21 Dec 7, 2012 Student Writer

"You want to whisper across my tips and capillaries
breathe in sky-blue butterflies, out sea-green envy
I want to compass through your crust and marrow
with every very ounce of streaming sanguine in me
To keep burning bridges and breaking-off roads
marooning our mauve mere of melancholy
To reclaim yourself under new wintry dawn odes
finally, fathoming the worth of the word, 'free' "

I love the imagery of this piece! The first and last stanzas were delicious and the ones in between are astonishing!

=Sammur-amat Dec 8, 2012 General Artist

I'm so very very glad you find it so, darling!

Nothing can make me happier than knowing my work was able to touch another beautiful being!

!randomlyinspired-21 Dec 9, 2012 Student Writer

I have nothing else to say but:

=Sammur-amat Dec 12, 2012 General Artist

~LightOverpowers58 Dec 5, 2012 Student Writer

"To reclaim yourself under new wintry dawn odes
finally, fathoming the worth of the word, 'free'"

Mighty words...strengthening....a couplet that imparts the feelings of hope, joy, and perhaps budding love....beautiful piece!

=Sammur-amat Dec 6, 2012 General Artist

I'm so glad you find it so.

Thank you so much, darling, for taking the time to read and comment on my work, I truly appreciate it!

~LightOverpowers58 Dec 6, 2012 Student Writer

You are welcome and don't worry, I am not sure how anyone would find this piece anything less

=Sammur-amat Dec 8, 2012 General Artist

Awwh, you are so sweet!

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