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Kiss me a paragraph and I'll reply with a novel. I'm a vulgarly verbose vaguerant at my best; with my heart burning whole out of my Breast. And I detest coming off as sappy- I'm simply, truly Happy. Where my smile is radiating lighting up my whole face. My feet want to dance, my heart wants to race, my mind is lagging staggering to keep pace. laughter unbidden creeps from thoughts long hidden in the midden of my mind crackling cackling out of my belly bursting my chest; turning my legs to jelly please, at my behest, listen to the rest. this fire burning ever higher shining reflected in my eyes a pyre where mutual de

I was born dreaming of - mountain heights catching at dazzling lights. Stretching and receding roiling  breathing- unfurling, ribbons nd banners across inky night skies. dreaming winds spiraling crow feathers lost on the fly across deserted landscapes barren and dry under a red sun that sucks all the fun out of me. dreaming thrashing crashing thunder storms Malevolent and volatile wind whipping debris around dashing through the rain crackle and boom the repeat and refrain. I've been careening through dreams all my nights and some of my days whether visiting city lights or mountain heights the dreams remain flights of

Patron Oh Patron! Where ever you are- I love you from afar; as I love the light of a distant star. Please find me and love me too as I love the thought of you. I can spin strands of wire and wool into coins of gold I can manipulate paper or steel fold upon fold, I can etch into clay or glass  memories of old- quotes from the past I secure stones and bead bones, into shiny shine mojos that last. I pull images from my minds eye, dunk them in dye and dry them out bright patinas in which you can parade about. Magazines i rape, gutting and cutting I ply scissors and tape so the imagery can't escape. I can heal small wounds with sti

Magpie eyes of course I'm drawn to your shiny lies. Polished, faceted with care beyond compare. Bedazzled by their barbs vicariously vicious little hooks that get into all the crannies and nooks. Each hook a string each string a finger attached crippled and strung from your marionette noose I hung. "Dance puppet dance" We always pretended to be happy in our happenstance grotesque-- "romance." "dominance." "subservience." same diff. Your lies used to stifle my sighs calm the rushed world to a hush- life was white noise frosted. Now your lies turn harmless lost in my cries- Howling a cacophony of reasons to resent sea