I’ve been one of the lonely
ones --
so long, I even miss
me.
[the silence like an ocean rolled and broke against my ear]
You live in paradise; I live on earth.
I wanted to meet you
I wanted to meet you
in the plateau of the day
But your shyness preceded you
And we mirled our own way.
Jell-O
Shadows like Jell-O wiggle in our eyes,
ever morphing to follow mortal cries.
Megalomania, or; Atoms in the Flecks of a Sleepy-Eye
Perfection is in the poor eyesight
of the beholder,
who cannot distinguish
a comma from a pretty period.
Prosopography
I want a novella on how you look
so that I can lick up every word.
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