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prompt: rain cloudsYour eyes are fireflies and you are the star-girl with your hair out like the billowing wave of night sky; you recede.prompt: rain clouds
Your eyes are twin fish and you are the river-boy lily-skinned and sticky pale lips to kiss the sun; you recede.
Your eyes are veiled, and you are the diffusion of focus blurred, and heavy with the waterways of the world rain clouds, thunder struck, white lightning; you have just begun.
by ~OhMyMimi
love in three parts.I. They say “gravitation cannot Be held responsible for peoplelove in three parts.
Falling in love” but tell me this: Was it not true that when
A small planet called “apple” Thunked a certain Sir Isaac Newton
Above his brow, Somewhere, the cosmos were falling Into place and soon, Some woman somewhere was,
With her lover, Watching gravitating stars?
And how is this theory possible When the moon, who revolves around the earth,
Who revolves around the sun; The moon who, in essence, revolves
Around the sun; And I, who revolves around you; An
by ~OhMyMimi
DisguiseWho really knowsDisguise
what kind of milky legs the rose hides under her vermillion Carmelita skirts And who really knows
that the white sandy beaches of Kapu Cave are really hiding the sad deformities of
black molten lava?
Who knew that the moon is really ashamed of her silver bruises and is afraid that the light of sun will draw to them attention And who knew that the sun in his saffron pose really just wants to be among the other stars?
And did anyone know if Madame Curie knew that she was dying of radium poisoning?
by ~OhMyMimi
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Lepers coiled 'neath the trees
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