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Your body. Your body.Your body. by ~merely-mortal
Mimics the trees
of the forest you grew up in.
(Not climbing trees like in Africa. Rigid soldiers.)
Tree-studier, you point out
their diseases, but you never
point out mine.
Raised welts on their leaves,
raised welts on my skin.
Your body.
Heavy and erect and easy to climb,
you hold me up, safe from the damp ground
and show me a bluer sky.
My lover, tree-lover.
There are monsters in my forest,
are you not afraid?
Monika by ~merely-mortal
Sean - 25 Poems I Haven't Finished For You (Why Would I?)Sean - 25 by *vespera
i.
I hung on long enough to write you songs about trains,
songs about tracks, songs about miles,
songs about long lonely whistles;
I wrote you songs about leaving
to keep you here.
ii.
I bet your ego still needs poems,
for me to smear myself across you like a bloodslide,
pack my organs in specimen jars
bright as Easter eggs,
fat with mystery.
iii.
Yesterday you moved the bed we made love in
to the big city
and I helped.
You were there, minimized and stripped down to boxes,
your shirts glaring up at me
in remembrance.
I suppose this is where we end now;
you in y
Sta.sh
Aroused 
Happy early birthday!
Hope you have a good one!
--
Warning!
Don't press the red button!
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Burn the system. Call the Cyborg army. Have a distorted party in outer space...
--
Already I can tell
they will not all make it out alive, my mercenary bones,
they are beginning to wear like rocks
from the saliva roll of my tongue
and the constant pressure
of verbs.
#Prosepoetry-Elegance
asK
--
I had nine lives but I lost all of them...
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No deity exists to care what we do to each other. All compassion and all hatred in the human universe is ours. We are on our own.
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Already I can tell
they will not all make it out alive, my mercenary bones,
they are beginning to wear like rocks
from the saliva roll of my tongue
and the constant pressure
of verbs.
#Prosepoetry-Elegance
--
No deity exists to care what we do to each other. All compassion and all hatred in the human universe is ours. We are on our own.