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Daily Archives: November 5, 2024
oh, for the love…
(of poems) :: we delaythe day. we play with syllable and syntax, symmetry and song. in short: we open veins, we click and clack;long for the words to love us back. ::
Love Poe? Ummm…
We’ve all got telltale hearts, Love. Places that groan. Pendulums swung and houses falling, masques and casks worth cracking open. Quoth the poem: Evermore. ::
love looks like this
the kiss of dew on blades of grass the whisper of this breeze caress of trees the way we woo the moon to light our hearts, allow the clouds to carry us home. ::
Upping the Anti-
(a Sevenling) Love, you taught me the art of heart origami, poker faces, deceptions of old. Rock, paper and running (with scissors). You win. I fold. ::
Love Potion No. 8
Well, it’s not great. The formula’s not quite right (a little too light on the nightshade), but if you close your eyes and wish upon these star-stung skies, he just might fall in massive like. ::November PAD, day 5.
