Month: February 2016

Alchemy

Poetry

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I’ll keep saying them over
and over these words
I love you

hoping at some point in
the future they become
I love you

some mystical
magical incantation
I love you

an intimate soul
language that says
I love you

more than these
three words ever could
I love you

 

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A Map

Poetry

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The pain you give makes my head spin,
takes my breath like a quick cold snap.
Who taught you to carve in my skin?
The marks meander like a map.
The way your eyes light when I bleed–
like you could tear my flesh apart.
Who knew you were so predatory?
It echoes deep within my heart.
I need to yield as your quarry–
I’ll give my will, your ache to feed.
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POETIC FORM:
Decima Italiana:  10 line poem, 8 syllables per line, ababcdedec rhyme pattern.
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