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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Woman stops at a window
below a blood-orange sky,
Watches drinkers sip from china
cups, tuck crumbs into napkins,
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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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I wonder why this angel
is able to fly.
Light and pure
he may be
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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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You gave me blood roses
Don't you deny,
Back when my heart was a rose
not an eye,
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The midnight Moon weaves delicately
a tapestry of night,
Illuminating shadows and strangers
Silhouetting wolves and angels.
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A bee.
Why should I be afraid of a thing so little
as a bee?
Against my window it struggles for the freedom
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I found a hand in my heart
The one that you gave me
Without the fingers or blood or skin
Just the bones and blue threads
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The white outlines of beautiful beings swirl like angels
into crescendos and whirling waves of thin light
Dancing upon the strings of violins
Creating soundless sound
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White wings come
and pull me out
and pick me up
and take me apart.
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Dark paradise filters
into the word painters mind
like butterflies and deadly lies.
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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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