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on my shoulder until the next morning.
These scarlet bursts above the collar,
the tempered collection under the skin
like debris of the remorseful heart, of my words.
Like little traces of dotted rosebuds for my penance.
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When you date a painter
Your complexion is a blend of mars violet,
yellow ochre and zinc white.
When he first caressed your hand
like brush strokes he said raw umber.
Your eyes, he saw, were olive
on the late metro ride out of the city.
Not the burnished hazel they cloak
themselves with so no one ever notices the green.
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Blues
Yesterday I found out someone from my past is unattached now and I awkwardly got through a little catch-up with him when at the surface I really wanted to say that he looked nice. Just under the surface of my pretense I wanted to mention that I was relieved he entertained my questions. And, oh how I wanted to lace my fingers with his but I did not let the thought lead me. At my core I was murmuring about how I missed him and how I wanted a little more of his time. A dim lit room. Blues. But the conversation ended with all this left in the dark.
August 31st, 2011 at 4:42 am
nice poems i enjoyed reading them
August 31st, 2011 at 10:24 am
Thank you!
October 29th, 2011 at 10:36 am
I like each and every poem you write. The words,the feelings behind them. Beautifully written!
Short Poems
October 31st, 2011 at 9:56 am
Thank you! When I get a chance, I’ll visit your site. I did for a brief moment and want to revisit and re-read.