Familiar Edges

inspired by “Jagged” by Jacob Ibrag

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This common language of pain we both speak

you, and all random folk calling me – freak

This liquid misery, metallic and salty in taste

Look into a mirror- that’s sad crystalized to space

hidden

A cave hums into life,

as if filled with millions of bees

Glowing wandering Liongoddess

shines her eyes into the dark,

Love, isn’t it?

All deadly things possess cruel beauty.

For soul, a hungry fire, consuming duty-

for eyes, charcoal, and diamonds,

for voice, a guttural growl, then silence.

…old enough.

I’m old enough, to wake up with pain,

old enough to confess my love in vain;

old enough that my opinion doesn’t count,

that I worry, an irresponsible amount…

winter’s mercy

too early,

those blossoms

of the cherry tree.

the winter will

show no mercy.

frostbitten petals-

pale pink, I remember

your lips, your tongue,

your toes…

the winter has no mercy-

at all…

 

 

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pic: snow covered cherry blossoms, by Jil Nance

women my age

Mother nature made me amply,

luscious- but without karies and venereal disease

I´m a f***ing renaissance woman

muzzling the night

at times a small lake appears

in the middle of a big green carpet

where woods peg on basalt cliffs –

dazzling shards of dark blue pointing,

fangs getting into soft dreams

dropping, falling, plunging

into pearl white tears of the moon

clustering in the hollow

of missed heartbeats

 

 

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pic by Nick Jans, Romeo

why do poppies die?

just a day, or two…

doesn´t last much longer

the beauty of a poppy flower

velveteen crimson petals