spaghetti strapped

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Russian house
my house
your house
mi casa, su casa
if you tell me
your a yoginni
I must confess
I’m counting on
that to mean your
some kind of
delicious pasta
as I slip off
a strap of your
spaghetti strap dress

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Devil’s Deck

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from the stars
she has a dagger
in her eyes
and poison
on her lip
so her
garden grows
each rose
a thorn
pressed
against flesh
will rip
blood torn
apart
like rain
my blood
to drip
written in
scars blood
from the stars

fire diamond

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she sparkles

like a cut

yet uncut

diamond

rough with

precision edges

reflecting light

in all directions

at the same time

a precious gem

that’s caught

on fire

 

twinkling

so lost

 

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light the hour

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my mind throttled

was wound tighter

by the hour

even her shadow

was star spangled

in the warrior night

she wore many smiles

now these things

are plain to see

her skirt was way

too tight that day

in her smile was

a spark she used

to light the hour

 

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