Poetry With Hart

He glowed with secrets
worn like armor, shielding what
untold future lies
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I arranged myself
in pretty perfect patterns
for you, did it work?
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I fold the whispers
of sunset into my skirts,
delight radiant.

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I revive my heart,
only to cut more pieces
off, to give to you.

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Today I dreamed of
copper skies, the line between
fae and real world

thrown to star-knawing
wolves, blending together in
bloody teeth and fur.

I am her, the wife
the mother, clawing dreamscapes
to get back to them.
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I ate gloom for lunch,
dark tentacles down my throat
taste good with butter.

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I was trained how to
be a mother, long before
I knew my own needs.

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the feel of his touch
lingered on my skin despite
never having been

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To be a fairy
fighter pilot, lesson one:
don’t think, leap don’t look.
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heat smoldering skin
fire from within and without,
I can’t quench my thirst
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I treasure your words,
fold them neatly inside a
locket, see them shine

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You branded me in
my dreams, the mark still vivid
in the morning light.

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I would like to forge
a new future for us, but
I’ve forgotten how

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My bud pearls and blooms
under your fingertips brush,
you know me too well

I melt to your touch
heat shattering the walls I built
to hide my Self in.

Unraveled pleasure
becoming strands of different
colored lights and sounds.
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The willow tied leaves
End to end, joining journey
All together, rain.

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It’s bad sort of
Good look, eating humble pie,
Tastes like plum crumble

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It doesn’t feel like
a win, victory sours,
with so many hurt.

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my peace of mind risks
burning in the feeling of
yarrow against skin,

smells of smoke fog sight
as I become nothing, but
a flurry of ash

soaked sin halfway dreamed
memories of wet meadows,
within heartbeat drums
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My thoughts of you grew
wings, black feathers iced over
with first winter frosts.

I love the idea
of you, dancing in mind’s eye,
let it fly away.