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**Blue** chased away by

Shades of

**_Purples_**, **_reds_**.

A farewell horizon takes with it a colorful chaos

listen

Car engines fading.

the sound of metal slowly can be singled out to 3

To two

Then one.

None

A mass conversation flooding busy streets only in person from shoulders bumped

gets dispersed.

peace to those who have to deal...

She asked if I was broken.

I responded, “Pick a piece to ask”

A constellation surrounded by dark

Never gazed upon

Never traced with fingertips

Darkness that pollutes city lights

I’ll never join the sky.

I glimmer shortly for heads hung low

The glass unswept that sinks between concrete texture,

Covered by a single leaf of fall.

I’ve gripped the wind with pollen

Yet, nothing seeme...

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**My heart murmured a new language as you escaped my peripheral, and became central vision. Sporadic syllables rendering rhythm, and I listened, for once. Unfamiliar, I was shuffling perspectives that fluttered to my throat. It was a terrifying moment hoping that the wrong one would fleet off my tongue, and fall to my feet. Even if so, I would blindly wave my hand just a bit above the ground ...

Approaching an altar to lay my heart upon.

Envy at all, not.

For my legs will share the same blood run as the wooden alike.

Sacrifice compromise,

preparing for something natural cannot exist.

I trust the suspended moment,

my beating tissue is extended into,

Murmuring I love you

A label of romance can burden the obsessed critic.

Communication is verbal in justification.

A first kiss?

Here, t...

Candle light _dances_ off the hips of

her **silhouette**

Falling into an empty embrace, I realize it's

just a **shadow**

I've come to grips, that it's limbo

death

A single flame, I'll burn Forever.

But then she grabs me from behind, and puts

me out, **now** I'm at rest

She's a Phoenix from my _ashes_,

She's Genesis **_breathing_** life,

She wipes the black around my eyes,

Blinding darkness,...

I did it on purpose

Ready to to catch her cup, in case it fell like we had

Once.

God, she is still beautiful.

Eyes matcha green, met mocha brown

A coffee smile

stain free, and a PHD.

And now I’m on one knee,

My cup tilted with purpose.

Oh, how I imagine.

4 years in love.

Real Love.

I didn’t make her late for work.

It’s too late to even try....

We’re tangled up on purpose,

letting loose-ends unravel.

I can only hope they continue

_to _

_ flare_

_ out._

I’m all caught up, but leave me be.

**I am an ****addict**

These days without you leave me strung out.

My ha...