As I’ve mentioned earlier I’m cleaning my house, and I came across some old magnetic poetry that I’d scribed to paper (with original positioning intact)
this ocean of sadness
a translucently clouded liquid
cuts down my heart
your old dark game
your poisoned embrace
all I ask is why
yet you linger
and I am born broken every morning.
5/98
eyes like pools of ice
voice like the blush of a baby’s laugh
lips like streams of glass
delicious and velvety and cold
brilliant kisses dazzle
like fire
or stars
time must soon decay the fresh flower of a girl
but when i am only dirt and bone
i
will
remember
5/98
And definitely my favorite of the three lost pieces…
my sacrifice is no circle of desire
who is like as naked angels celebrating
come yesterday a prisoner to my window
and secret away not my magic
5/98

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