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MOONSHINE POETRY
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Bad poetry your skin is so quiet
tucked, spread like soft butter
fallen onto the bed your eyes
flash and relapse into silence
lighthouse lights, lips
a trapdoor, as
I excavate their tiny cut corridors
wandering into sinking rooms
like ours. I hide in the bathroom
reading dictionary again. If there isn’t
Anything here, we’ll have to eat each other.
Yup, ok. Hungry, very
Yup, ok. Hungry, very voracious appetite- cute
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
that's not what it's about.
that's not what it's about. my fault.
I thought it involved an
I thought it involved an appetite for passion no? Ergo cute if not I can imagine a breast fed baby scenario but I was being polite :) The last is a voracious appetite for words in a dictionary to find the right one that it haunts you saying that locked within the crevices of the pages is the inspiration you're looking for... But there are so many interpretationsthatswhat makes your wOrk so fun, you've stolen my time for ages now wondering which is the one. Thanks :)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."