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[a punch’d up peach] 11.2.2019

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soft sounds : my warmest kiss with you of course we’ll change, baby      (the only natural thing to do)

and though we felt grounded,      as if our feet were roots      and we were buried in a still - these waters move.

we might not grow together, baby these trees - they’re only leaves now to me

(we could’ve been anybody else)

there’s minutes,      where i still can smell the perfume of your hair      and hear your cottoncandy laugh      my memories, as bright as pastels     with peachstains covering your sundress,     you’d wear raspberries on fingertips,     and draw your hands beneath my shirt     all with a lovetouch, that’s as light as linens it reminds me, that i’m not your brute.

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control : just for me and my [modular-dream] with its ancillary virtue     what a tepid consolation

reads just like an audit-form of self %control% : it’s for me,     and my #augmented_contentions#     auspice - to the wrong directions     all with words like spurs < awakens my complacency >

i’m playing (billiards) i’d decorate with coloredpencils.

control : but only to the half of you ? ? maybe just half to anybody else assume, and they’d just somewhat *snap* together perhaps i let myself get carried away.  

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a tempered touch,     a pulse into my [pleasuregrips] :     to castrate my reticence     reigns in my eloquence     now i’ve got matchbook wood.

with wetdreams for platonic friends strung out like violins,   you would admonish me.

but honey - we had wrung it out together     let your silkskin breathe a little     (all with swords to split the mild you,                                         a naked ingenue) i’d keep a carbon cast for me to spill about, swipe glass and keel it over -     what a swill account

maybe they’d paint warholas for our warcrimes too.

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with just [a little] self-awareness     (like it’s a simple thing to do) to bloom, to listen - to eventually let it swell inside

an aegis for my causal form release me,         like I’m only yours to borrow         (though i could be yours - if you want me to)

it leaves me tiedup : [oh-so-many knots] that i can only start to unwrap in a sequence     with {inhale/exhale} - each after the next

    there’s less now for you     than there was here just a breath ago.     handmade affections :         1 - out of sight         2 - up on a shelf

but can’t give them away.

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she has a {snap&tang} like citrus : makes tongue quake, lips quiver (to mollify with sweetness ,         every one of my acerbic feelings)

she walks like seasalt, footprints soft as summerrain     (envelops mouth and swells lungs)     an allure - to flourish, marks my gentle breathing     brushed along my cheek with [sandkissed-fingertips]

all with a white and velvet softness, like vanilla     highlights - like they’re caramel,     (baby, as if i ever could forget that feeling)

her many energies could wrap me like they were ((every-single-ring-of-saturn))     a reminder i could never wash away from     a hold i won’t diminish

i’m here and everywhere with you.

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disorder :

scratched into (aligned) - like graph paper     all with a thick-tip pen     leaves /tablemarks/ and [hand-tremors]     < makes difficult to concentrate >

all with a mass like [[gravel]] - grates me like it’s sandpaper.

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as if i’m biding time, i settle into patient reticence. awaiting for my ~ sanguine summertime ~ to leave me flushed, with jubilation.

we went swingdancing, and with a heavyweight against my chest     (i was barely half-focused on my footwork) naive, like only a [sophomore] : i told you that i loved you.

over my body, i may as well just pour cement because either way : [i cannot move] we’re coupled for a bout, now i rescind a poor return to form, babe

(but tell me - that it’s just a feeling)

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her modest [nighttime] motives moves with wings - like only angels do, i’d watch for glowlights, moth to little signals -

(couldn’t see you in the light pollution)

gentle yellows, and a tender blue     it makes for mild [nighttime] melodies     with pearls like permanence,     i’m either your skeptic or a spectre to you.

my amour, a < figured fiction > all while she situates our symmetry feigns hesitation -         walks, but only in my [nighttime] memories. (9) ###############################

you’re gridlock’d // i’m coming through

thought when we’d kiss - i’d realign you’re gone, i’m still upholding you     i keep it buried -

and amid a grounding mass     beginners bested time,     (we couldn’t help ourselves) to be :         deliberate, in parting company

i disregard my serendipity, in you you’d kiss my cheek,     like you could ever owe me anything

our [prisonbreak] : it never left the room it’s (parenthetical) and set aside my hand was on the contour of your spine you and i - both a foreigner

summer, keep me humble.

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cuts on my runny nose i drive a bike with no spokes, from my abrasive month     my stomach lining’s swole

just like a bitch, i switch     bold, and i’m slipping - lunged over my handlebars     with scores like toothpicks - being drawn between my gums     (leaves knees weak)         and nobody to be livid for lick at my thick wounds     leaves both scratch and ribbon     rub it in - to a bruised belly.

seems like a brooding apparition, enmity has met

< like i could purge my curiosity in you >

we’d line ‘em up, babe and moves slowly on my iron’d sights.

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maybe had we ignored each other less and i had seen past my periphery     it wouldn’t have been so caustic.

(leaves me bruised like a peach,                         and it hurts like a bitch)

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but to be small again, to be your little [puppydog] : i’d runaround between your ankles rest my head along your thigh you’d let me fall asleep in blankets and in [bodyheat] (my safest place with you)     where i don’t have to be anybody else     where i don’t have to build anything     where i don’t have to be your [civil engineer]

there was no bridge between us.

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my [geometric] regularity (to lull subversive entropy) to muffle, and to mitigate

tastes like bulimia and stiff saliva.

(but maybe that was too square?)     all without a semblance for empathy     < i don’t have all that much to give >     she’d [weld] my wrists together

now i’m with fingertips like softsteel and nobody to be smitten for

maybe a womans’s made of static fervor and a liquid bronze.

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baby, she keeps it stack’d up like a honeycomb all sweet and bonafide - like applecider with words as warm as syrup :     makes me fawn for you (you’d show me how beekeepers move)

sunkissed shoulders and freckles on your cheek,                                                             (like cherries) watching me - with eyes, like summerskies i’m overwhelmed by you.

a silktouch - to my ruggedhand < and leaves it, a kinetic thing > i’m mercied by your bodymotive. you feel like january chest is ash and cranberry maybe, if you have been a [[naturalblonde]] - i wouldn’t blame it on the narrative.

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make hands still : with assertions by the fistfull, to catch my [second-wind]         (it’s only daunting if i let it be) but leaves my voice rough.

with my bearings, i can finish what i started now.

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with < cherrylights > to line your bedroom walls and sitting in the summernight-shade and the redhue,         could you tell that i was blushing?

with nowhere to rush to you’d be wearing nothing - but your socks on we’d talk about anything your lips : my warmest holiday with you     (and people can be places too)

you’d always felt so [present] a kind of geography i that i can’t walk away from -

what would you sing to me in memphis?