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Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Skeletal sanctuary within my head
No longer safe, haunted instead
Desperate for refuge, full of dread
Hiding from you, and what’s ahead.
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Daylight dozing,
Half asleep.
Wispy wonders,
Crawling creep.
Inching upward,
Curiosity deep.
When I wake,
They spill and seep.
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Silky strands,
Belie beware.
Framing my face,
Snake and ensnare.
Teasing and twirling,
Fingers in hair.
Begging to be pulled,
Mockingly dare.
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Lofty fingers innocently lay,
my interest is piqued...
by what they might say?
dictating dialogue,
my mind astray,
wildly wondering,
how those hands might play...
Hands catch my imagination sometimes, i enjoy juxtaposing the innocence of their everyday use. Ubiquitous and in plain sight, teasing secrets in my mind.
Peasant The Poet Aug 2019
Usually I'm a forgetful one,
Unlucky this is no longer true;
Everything existing under the sun,
conveys a clue for you.

Teach me how to unknow what I've known
Learn me something new.
Ripping roots mentally sown,
Desperate to renew.
Peasant The Poet Jul 2019
I don’t want to wake up,
I want to live my lucid dream.
Flushed with shades I’ve never seen,
You entwined in every color scheme.
Peasant The Poet Jul 2019
Today is gray,
in lieu of blue.
Funny how I'm reduced to pigment,
when I start thinking of you.
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