The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

Devotion

Was it Love? That made me follow
you into darkness…
So long ago it seemed, I recognized
ME in the mirror… before I broke
the glass, trying to find you

My fingertips bled, as I tried to
put my life back together… I
bandaged my heart but it soon came
apart… I glued my¬† soul whole,
but once I shed a tear, it quickly
dissolved…

Don’t you want to Love me?
Lie naked with me? See my eyes
under the moonlight? Sit next to
me in your car?
Don’t you WANT my love?

written: June 26, 2013

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2013: 365

my morning coffee should
wake you
soaked into my lips
I’ll give you a kiss…
my dear, my sweetheart
I know you adore me
‘cuz you’ve set me on fire
to light up the night

surprise me with lunch one day
soup, then bananas and a Stella Artois
I’ll smoke only on Wednesdays
after the deer start to wander
in the park
and they start to dance with each
other

Sunday is the Lord’s day; the day to
write poems and anonymous letters
the day to drink Earl Grey tea
when darkness falls, I’ll put on a
dress and my gold earrings and
walk the streets in search of your love…

written: January 9, 2013

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crazy for your love…

sharp pains,
like love lost
in the pit of
my stomache
my beloved
churning,
and churning
with a jagged
knife

I love you
therefore
I want to love
you, and so,
I want to kill you
and eat your heart
beating loudly,
your blood dripping
off my chin…

hold me close
hold me tight
DON’T EVER LET
GO
just spin me,
around, and around…

written: December 11, 2012

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After “The Piano”

oh funny song
about weeds and wind
you drag me
too far away
where I cannot eat
and I cannot sleep
but I see
me and him
in that far away place
just as foreign as the past
and as distant as space

I beg the world
to let us be
let us love in peace
just let the water sleep
don’t stick in your feet
and kick and splash
please let the water sleep
don’t remind me
of who I wanted to be

what are dreams anyway…?
please let the water sleep

written: October 8, 2012

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L-O-V-E?

what a charm he has
that man

I obsess
over him
like mad

I’ve stalked
him
I know his
age and name;
his address;
phone number;
blood type

Here, as I write
about this man
and with all his info
that I’ve gathered
it does’nt hit me
once
that he’s ignorant
to my existence…

written: August 13, 2010

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( I saw you last night…) Rumi

I saw you last night in the gathering,
but could not take you openly in my
arms,

so I put lips next to your cheek,
pretending to talk privately.

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Because of Cupid…

I tied the laces around my heart
until blood squirted out
a whole cup full, to the rim

It was a gift, to whom
I’m not sure and I did’nt really care
and I still don’t

As I was about to finish the knot
I began to cry and inevitably,
I began tasting my tears and even
now my fear returns because my tears
were so sweet
Too sweet, they crippled me
I could’nt make it to my front door
without coughing
I could’nt walk down the street
without falling
I could’nt open the mailbox
with my fingers crumbling from
pain!

I don’t know where I am now,
all I see is red
I feel the whole in my chest
and even more I feel the pain
that my heart left behind…
Did you ever find me?
Did you ever get my gift?
Did you close my eyes with your
fingertips?
Did you finally kiss me on the lips?
Did you ever know how much I loved you?

written: February 13, 2012

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Conjure

I sing my heart out
in my lover’s bed, because I’d like to
spend the night
He leaves the room to get us beers and I lay on his side of the bed, staring at my reflection

I pour my heart out
in the moon’s night, because as the
stars, I’d like to shine
I stay up into the next day, cradling
insomnia in my veins, thinking of
coffee at noon, the waves of Lake Michigan roaring in my ears

I tear my heart out
in the middle of the year, because I’m so in love, I’d like to sacrifice
I light a pink candle, say a little prayer
and eat ice cubes for two days while my raw, beating heart bleeds on his doorstep…

written: January 5, 2012
(The first poem I wrote in 2012)

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(The way of love…) Rumi

The way of love is not
a subtle argument.

The door there
is devastation.

Birds make great sky- circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling,
they’re given wings.

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My Relationship with Love…

Love
is my medicine
and it’s also my disease
it makes me sneeze
it makes my flesh crawl
it makes my heart spit at me
for being so blue, morose
and un-loveable

Love
is my master and also my slave
because I work it ’til it bleeds
my reflection is not of me
but of what I feel
when I think of what could be
what could blossom between us
if you would only look at me
with a light in your eyes

Love
is my teacher and also what’s corrupted me
because at night
when I’m trying to sleep
I can’t help but think of Love
I feel it tickling my wrist
I feel it biting my breast
it’s just a tease
because when I awake the next morning
I’m cold and alone…

written: August 31, 2010

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