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The texture of
My lips

Slur the notes
That drape my hips

Staccato
Across my midline

Crescendo
Look for us
Your devotion has no bite, and I
Need it, love like war, love like a hunt,
Love like the end of the world.
what was it we
drank

and before you
get too glib

it wasn't
the kool-aid

words matter  
words mean things

who said they didn't


Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting.
 Jul 2020 Tanisha Jackland
Jaden
If someone asked me
how I would describe
color,
I would tell them this:

Yellow
is stepping outside in spring.
It is the welcoming
embrace of sun.

Green
is lying in a field of grass.
It is the rustle of leaves
in the summer breeze.

Blue
is standing in the light rain,
and the sweet birdsong
when the sky opens up.

Red
is the feeling when your hands brush;
her lips on yours, breathing the same air.
It is the fire in two hearts that beat together.
© X. P. Y. 2020
 Jul 2020 Tanisha Jackland
Jaden
She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.
© XPY 2018
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