the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. firstname.lastname@example.org or post one yourself, in the comments.
In your hands I am made and unmade. A tiny dollspun in the circle of your eye.Tucked in your dimplethe sparkle from my smile.You feel like home to me.Like the shore upon which the sea arrivesat journey's end.
i know i singat the edgeof silencewhen the breath afterwe breathe sayscontent. read methe lines beyondmy eyes inthe dark, the starscaught in my eyelashes.the way my hairfeels softer, softly dampagainst my pillow.i have beenstruck, i ama ripple, a movement.a wave,i never rest; iam only a heartbeat,ceaseless.lapping at yourshores.
you move me in toe-curl, it feels like yes.voice in my ear building perfect distress.i am a teacup, rim touching lips,in your hands cradled; careful-draining sips.sculpted by fingertips: your monument, i'mbroken by your blows. we rebuild me each time.
to: you-know-who-you-are -one of the cruelest people I have ever met in my entire life.and now I will eat a soft piece of deliciousnutritiouswonder bread & go back to bed.
iflove is all youif love is allyouif love isall you need then what is need ?
Ode to Nina's SkinThere was her arm, my first rose holding her while she withdrewinto fever and trembling, my prayers three buckets of water to cleanher kitchen floor while she slepthow she said she'd bone meand with what we never kissedhow i swallowed it allwithout chokingforever changing my abilityto walk with God
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