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Underexposed

you know

how much

i adore you,

don’t you?

.

the way my

soft lungs pop

whenever you

see through me

.

a frail disillusion

when it bursts

cornflower eyes

pale significantly

.

and i just never

expect any of

your attention

to be mine, even

.

for just a second

for a transient hi

for a few infinities

i ask for your sign

.

every line on my

canvas, every fold

on my journal, every

fifth in your songs

.

odd dedications

and a sudden stop

i will never cease

making every wrong

.

though i could only

ever do so much

before it’s too late

and you find me out

.

but you will never

know how much

i simply adore you,

now won’t you?

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The Callalily’s Song

You make me twist in my dreams

Diamonds fall from my eyes as I seem

Like a happy wave of melancholy

With heavy doses of sharp-taste irony

.

I can catch the gaze but not the embrace

I’ll hear the words but I won’t waste

Another second with such distal aches

Shivering in my spine as I break

.

A million emotions that jump in my blood

Are better than vessels drained of god

And my cheeks bruise again from the thought

Of dead roses in bloom and lungs in knots

.

What was bridged in that fateful midsummer

Shall last, interstitial, a transient forever

For perhaps the hazardous sins I’ll commit

In contusions are arrested in vignettes to omit

.

It’s the golden state glow of your undertow

Bringing me under and letting me go

Hidden in virulent sonatas I shall dare to chase

For a chance at hope to see your divine face

.

It may be the perpetual hurt that keeps me awake

And I may reach for sunshine blue but I won’t see it stay

But I won’t ever get tired, no, I’ll let my heart do all the talking

And listen to the rain for lost passion that keeps on singing.

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June Second’s Bloom

Juni dances jubilantly, by the twisted dark trunks and through the light meadow green

Kicking up a flurrying marvellous tender snow of freshly fallen jacaranda petals

Soft purple rain surrounds her smiling peachy face and her delicate form pristine

A rarest sight certainly prettier than gleaming alexandrite or any other precious metals

Her fiery cotton candy hair billowing against the wind, like a tiny robin’s gentle plume

As lemon sunlight filtered quaintly from the celestial skies into June second’s full bloom.

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