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Mason Jul 2014
Your eyes are the music
Your words are the lyrics
Your body is the rhythm
Mason Jun 2014
Show me a gap in the trees
where they don't stand
so menacing
on the border

So I can see you
gaze from your window
for something
in the distance.

So I can sit on
my porch and wonder
what your big blue eyes
are searching for.
Mason May 2014
The key to the lock
to the door to the room
with the chest that encases
your heart

is buried just off
the Nā Pali Coast
in the sands of the
Pacific.
Mason May 2014
Stop reading this.
You belong with the young and beautiful.
Mason May 2014
Your words
don't billow or burst or charge or spill
from your lips

They drip
slow and burning and heavy with color
like candle wax.
Mason Apr 2014
Hello
I am the rock that was thrown at your window
waking you from your dreams
of the boy who threw me
Mason Apr 2014
Your face

is the portrait

I would paint

if I was blessed

with the gift

of artistry.
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