Temporary SanctuaryShe punishes the tall daisies for dying, stomping and pulling at withered stems.I watch her spread dandelion seeds into the wind.From her mouth is a lyrical masterpiece, dotted and spaced with “I don’t” and “I wanna”.Finger painting toothpaste across my arms, she communicates to the parts in me that have long rotted into cynicism. Even if the greatest thing she will ever do is driveacross the Golden Gate Bridge, I hold her as if she has the answers to the universe.When the wind outside smashes among the trees as white dragonflies zigzag across the thunderheads, under the blankets I’m watching Cyc
Paper Hearts and Tattoo Love StoriesShe tattooed love in a foreign tongueOn her left wristJust so others would ask what it meant.She sank her teeth into its meaning,hoping one day the brand would bleedIts definition upon her skin.Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.Lip-stick stained collars,Little bones wired are ready,Folded like patterned paper.origami heartsSprinkled every which way.Sharing herself fully with no one,She made sure to leave her mark,On every heart that beat her way.
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I always wanted to so be like he is*