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The cherry blossoms
are always expectant
before an atomic explosion.
Literature
Doll
Barbie’s thighs were not meant to touch;
her hair is devoid of split ends
and there's this deadness in her eyes,
impossible to mimic—a quiet crawlspace without light.
There's a pastel pale to her skin,
hairless and unblemished,
a blank un-crevice between her legs
and her rouge-stained lips are ever smiling.
She is nothing like you, child.
But do not forget
that she borrows your voice.
Literature
unspoken language
As the Venetian
simplicity of romance
wilts; we shift,
like light.
There are no nouns
for what we call
'it'
in minds auto-trained
to forget, we kiss -
the
unspoken language
caught between our lips.
As it happens
I am a coward, disguising
emotion with envoi's, and
somewhere
between my tongue and
your lower lip
'it' lingers.
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His queen, my muse.
Pomegranate seeds
have the most
bitter of tastes.
She is more
than a myth,
you know;
unsullied
and untainted,
a spring's
breeze with
the most
arabesque
of lips.
There are more
flames beneath her
skin than in all of
Hades. With every
breath she takes,
winter cries out
for redemption.
She is magenta.
A maiden of
jasper and agate;
lily eyelashes and
locks of supple ivy.
His goddess:
eternal,
unwavering—
a hyacinth among
weeds and sweet
harvest among
the wretched.
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Haikus are supposed to be 5 7 5. You have 5 6 9 O.o