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navy blue

calm as a lost

shoreline, quiet

like cold winds

of navy blue

with stares that

can disenchant me

fingers on paper

thumbmark clue

sail navy blue

call the abyss that

drowned all the

captain’s crew

spinning daisies

of cobalt white

autumn oranges

medieval new

harrowing me

navy blue songs

notes on the

scale of nixed rue

navy blue boy

watching sundown

the faint stars are

yours to pursue.

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metal & skin (xv.)

hands trembling as i’m

standing silently in the

locked bathroom stall

fists clenched and slam

bruised, with tiles loose

my eyes never waver as

i have a staring contest

with the grinning razor

but i have a bad feeling

that i’m about to lose.

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☆ you freeze ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

ceasing the motions

of fluid tarantella

as if caught in headlights

of a mass deliria

shame since i loved the

movements of silk

and your flaxen tresses

that bounce in a wink

you were bold, brazen

you danced swan lake

caught them frozen

like an ice cream headache

the ballroom hitched

breaths at your gloria

as if you were the

intruder cinderella

but you ain’t got glass

shoes, only a glass heart

and when they glowered

it broke you apart

and you fled from the halls

of the midnight ball

they resumed laughing

and ignoring your fall

with no prince to chase

with a shoe size fantasy

the clock didn’t have to

strike twelve to end

your dream revelry.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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Viridian Gaze

You have the warmest eyes of glittering jade

And scintillating sparkles of asterism emeralds

But, more precious than any gemstone made

Because it holds motley stories yet to be said…

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It’s like the chartreuse grass by my ankles

Tickling my every giggling whimsical fancy

Sluggish summer, in the bright farm fields

On a soft valley of lush growth and verdancy

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It’s like a fractal ray of the mellowest sunlight

Passing through a crystal glass of absinthe

Little green fairy floating ever so daintily

Flowing into your liquid fragile pair of iris

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It’s like that little hint and sharp tang of lime

That rests ever nicely on my pink tongue

Or a lone dark olive that’s left at the bottom

Of an empty martini glass at an after-hours run

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It’s like hot tea served on a bleak rainy day

Relaxing your frazzled brittle gloomy nerves

Or a refreshing sweet mint to cool the mouth

And to soothe your twitchy broken words

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It’s like a bright shamrock-splashed parade

On Saint Patrick’s Day, filled with sheer fun

And as lucky as a picked four-leaf clover

And as happy as a dancing ginger leprechaun

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It’s like frothy waves of seafoam splashed

By the shores of a desolate sunset beach

And the message in a bottle that it washes up

Just a quaint mysterious unopened treat

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A beautiful colour of balance, growth, a colour showing creativity and creation

Green shades clashing, entwining, dotting flecks of brown, grey, and hazel

No wonder I lose myself in depths of new worlds, lost in limerent emotion

When I catch myself in your viridian gaze and into your prismatic green eyes I stare.

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