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Chris the traveling chef Instead they caress. Remnants We spent a long time there, under that wizened tree, the new spring grass yielding beneath our bodies. The sun sparkled through tender leav… to eat on a grey winter day Eat grapefruit, that carnal pink fruit that one must rip apart in order to enjoy. Notice each juicy aril popping in your mouth; notice the … lustful contradiction He allows me the luxury of staring deeply into his crystalline eyes, squinting hard as if I’m trying to see spots that aren’t there in a re… A Note to Love Love, you devastate me. You’re sneaky, conniving, and stubborn. You weave vines into my hair and around my neck and squeeze a choked … “Paris Amour” My skin smells like melted sugar and wasted time and an idealistic fantasy, yours to be precise Plastered He didn’t honor that with a response, and I smiled through the silence. Akba on the Volga by takemeawaycn Lake Eyes Deep set eyes immersed in deeper lake water hues / Let me float / And walk on to shore / Because I am without time / And without sturdy wa… Old man sharp humility that slices through my comfort and stability Run-on sentences I’m scared of you because you are unfathomable, at least to me. I don’t understand you, and I don’t understand why I don’t understand you b… David David is strongest diligence and softest sweetness. Saratov, Russia stamping color into the dirty ground with every click of their heels Messy that spritzes the fragrance of his words into the air above my nose Adam Adam, make me laugh some more. / Please, won’t you stroke your beard one more time / as if you are cradling your softest thoughts? / Say “… Sad (for lack of a better word) I don’t know why but the sound of the vacuum makes me sad. Comfort after a fall by takemeawaycn For Boston The skies are protesting / the inhumanity. / The clouds are rumbling / with confusion / today. / The winds blow leaves and rain / into our… Sandra her reminders stick to the back of my mind like little rainbow post-it notes, little bright spots. Anthony If Anthony can believe in the absence of luck, can he believe in something greater? Magdoos a primal sound of satisfaction escaping through closed, chewing mouth. What is it called The layers of history outnumber the syllables possible in a single word pause and reflect by takemeawaycn What remains unchanged Your hidden eyes, far too sweet to injure, / Departed, Mirror thoughts The bitterness of my tea washes away the melancholy lingering on my tongue the light of God in him my distance and my breath layering within his, yes. His eyes that shout with question marks, yes. Who am I if… Who am I without my arrogance and without my shame, and without the continuous search for my place in society? Ode to Honey I like pouring honey into my morning tea. / Honey, stretching out languidly / After a relaxing evening in its pitcher. / Honey, sparkling … Blue From the corner of my eye, / I saw blue. / The color molded into the shape of a classic car, / Bright and vintage, / And my eyes flicked t… Words They make a racket and stomp their sharp feet and open their round mouths and as they raise up act after act People watching Really, I’m about as unfathomable as a glass of water. Candy …opened the impossible lock, brushed cigarette ashes that had escaped his handcrafted cigarette off of the wood, and lifted the lid t… The letter X exclamations of sexy exasperation, / excellence, / explicit exploration. Pretty “You’re very pretty”, he whispers to me, his mouth inches from mine. / What does that mean? I wonder. / He spoke that same sentence to my … I thought you had killed yourself I thought you had killed yourself, you know. I woke up from a fitful sleep and I spent a few fitful hours in a conscious, jarring fear. I’v… illusions I’ll blame it all on menopause because illusions are safer than reality. Even flowers search for something by takemeawaycn Scenarios I am alone, cowering, but still facing everything, and eventually overcoming (I simply moved myself to a different table and indulged in a … I am not a tortured artist I am not a tortured artist. / I didn’t endure some horrible, life-altering, childhood tragedy. / I don’t have a disfiguring scar that den… Adventurous Disappointments all in a haste, all too busy to excuse themselves, some carrying shopping bags, some carrying cardboard signs, some carrying cameras, all c… Autumn's grip by takemeawaycn Dewy crisp by takemeawaycn A book Through the child’s perspective that this book offers, I suddenly see the hope that was invisible just a little while before, and I take a … Forgotten   by takemeawaycn I spent all my love by takemeawaycn Stay in touch by takemeawaycn True things by takemeawaycn Lauren by takemeawaycn Devin by takemeawaycn Lovey Dovey Cheeky Kisses by takemeawaycn Let go by takemeawaycn Wading by takemeawaycn Meaning but meaning will sneak into the car with them, into their “empty” relationships, into their loud thoughts and quiet concience. Every freckle, a story by takemeawaycn Young, clouded minds by takemeawaycn Closed doors by takemeawaycn Sly Cat by takemeawaycn A failed wish by takemeawaycn You did not think by takemeawaycn when you're dreaming with a broken heart by takemeawaycn the ending Then they threw it in a closet with a keyless lock, knowing I would spend an eternity torturing myself over the cliched “so-near-yet-… Lone Soccer Player by takemeawaycn The sun's happy glare by takemeawaycn Her owners by takemeawaycn Curls and Curls by takemeawaycn Let sleeping boys lie by takemeawaycn Dear Mom I could list millions of qualities that make you so wonderful, but then you probably wouldn’t read this entire letter, seeing as it takes y… Dear _____ (III) By the time you get this (if you ever get this), I hope we are still talking. I’m sure I’ll still love you. Dear _____ (II) Every touch, every hug, every kiss, every glance, every text message, every dream, every word that comes from you sets my entire being on f… Dear _______ but your kisses shook the foundations of all my barriers. My walls, the ones I spent years building, crumbled in a matter of seconds. Sliced Squash by takemeawaycn Muddy identification by takemeawaycn The Piano Man by takemeawaycn Keymaster by takemeawaycn Rainshine by takemeawaycn Eye of the Beagle by takemeawaycn un-normal A train roars just a couple of mil es away / And the tracks rattle. / Somewhere, a blade of grass bends under / the persistant wind. Colors of flight by takemeawaycn The food above by takemeawaycn So close by takemeawaycn
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