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Literature
sweaterse
when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
Literature
coda
under tangerine skies,
you pulse and I
fall short
seeking diamonds
from the whites in your eyes
and finding sacred
how your back talks to me.
you drop your bits of nowhere
for me to scavenge,
never rash enough to hunt
but I think I'm done
whetting the leftovers
of your summer -
I think
my leaves look fine
without your color.
Literature
indelible
it is 3 p.m. when hope visits me. his t-shirt is light, jeans ripped and frayed at the cuffs, feet bare against the scattered leaves on the ground. the sun hangs halfway in the sky, the breeze carrying the taste of cooler air— it is the kind of weather you fall in love in. when he sits beside me, i shiver. it’s been a while, i say, slipping off my shoes, toes digging into the dirt. thought you’d forgotten about me. his smile is beautiful in its sincerity, eyes blue in their wistfulness. he tells me he’s sorry he’s been gone so long, tells me how much he missed me, tells me— i didn’t realize how much you needed me til now. i trace the veins along his hand, absurdly envious of the blood that flows inside of him, of the fact that we will never be that close. he cups my chin, tilts his head as he reads my face— smirks when he understands my desire. if i could dream, he says, every dream would be about you. when he kisses me, his tongue tastes like summer. he is cotton-candy stained
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Written for #SixWordStories' Word Prompt: Love.
Not sure if this one works... "Envy" is obviously pronounced "N,V" and if you switch these letters about "a love" becomes "alone"... (I'm going to shut up now ^^")
I've written a four line poem, Do the Maths, based on this story: [link] .
Not sure if this one works... "Envy" is obviously pronounced "N,V" and if you switch these letters about "a love" becomes "alone"... (I'm going to shut up now ^^")
I've written a four line poem, Do the Maths, based on this story: [link] .
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You know, I didn't get the "N" and "V" connection until you said it, but I still found this piece really touching, because when I read it, I felt like it was saying that relationships in which jealousy and envy are persistent occurrences often end in disaster--or loneliness. So, in effect, envy separates the two parties, changing "a love" to "alone".
Either way, you have a masterpiece on your hands. ^-^
Either way, you have a masterpiece on your hands. ^-^