Miss Fairytale

Do you ever stare
into the eyes of a beautiful soul
and wonder how many memories they hold?
How many thoughts they've had of you
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Once I saw a solar eclipse.
Like dusk at midday
the sun darkened
to New Moon black
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This room
Heavily feminine
Antique white
Bare
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Laced with eloquence;
she glides along the dusty riverbed,
One blood rose in her hair and the funeral flower in her hand.
Ebony trails lash at the flaky ground
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She would practice
dipping her wings
into blue sea
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Pale berries fade to bright
Leaves green whisper autumn
Creasing brown and crisping – falling,
July parts with Summer sudden as fright.
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Woman stops at a window
below a blood-orange sky,
Watches drinkers sip from china
cups, tuck crumbs into napkins,
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I wonder why this angel
is able to fly.
Light and pure
he may be
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I wanted to touch the bones
To trace my fingers over the smooth
Curvature of ribs
And leave my vibration and prints.
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Stones mold around me
As the ocean sweeps
Them into grains and
Erodes this punished beach.
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Eyes filled with blue often wish
For a touch of brown
To take the edge from purity
As they sparkle so startlingly
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Your sleepy ocean-eyes
Like softly burning stars
Smiled through your eyelids
Into my flashing sighs.
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She is paper, she is glass
She is spine damaged and crashed
She moves through magazines
With her lions and debris.
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A string of pearls
played on her neck
Each one a creamy locket
Saving secrets, stories, sorrows.
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A blood-slice high in
black grows fat as an orange
to a full blood moon.
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I would like a dress made of your skin
A speckled garment to wrap myself in
Threaded together with strands of your hair
And preciously beaded with tears.
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You are rocks - solid and slow
Beneath the serenity
I am a leaf caught in flow
An under nourished casulty
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A lost man walked along with me
The road I had misplaced,
He taught me proper walking
With strong boats
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Gifts from our Mother;
Womb, seed and blood
The eternal jewels of creation
And the plentiful cup of knowing.
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Earth –
My home
My body
My knowledge
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