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coffee and tea don't mixhow he would love
to be the coffee to her mornings,
to rouse her gingerly
with the smell of his warmth and vitality,
and be that which she depends on
to get her through these
dry and lethargic
she says she likes the cold--
so tell me this,
would she rather
his own warm-hearted offering?]
how he would love for her
to be the tea to his nighttime,
to lull and
pacify his babyish ways -
to tame his fervent embers
with a single cool, sweet breath
down his neck
that would freeze the hot tea-tears there
daring to trespass her territory.
and so, she would be that
which he depends on
to get him through these
[oh, but listen here! -
tell me, hasn't he overlooked something?
one does not consume tea cold.]
keeping head above waterthe ocean swells,
smiling in unison with the moons reflected
in my shining irises
the waves lap at the summits of my cheekbones
[yes, that's how high they reach]
i'm barely paddling against the current
with the cups of my hands,
ah, the water wins wonderfully:
slaps me a stinging one in the face.
i wipe the pain from my eyes,
wring out my eyelashes,
only to leave watery scars on
the scales of my skin
and let the salt leak
into my wounds.
i'm no smooth sailor,
yeah, i crash from time to time
and i can't do nothing
but blame it on the tide
yeah, it shreds me and erodes me
until it subsides.
but hey, at least i'm not drowning.
[i have in me that skill
y'all call "swimming"
and i'm learning it
a bit at a time.]
at least i'm not drowning [anymore].
[and i can almost feel the gritty sand
'gainst the skin of my feet again.]
We who are the personification of ourselves.Human likeness is made of everything.
We who are like everything,
We who are shaped by everything,
We who are not anything by ourselves;
No, we are nothing by ourselves.
We are not even humans by ourselves.
One dreads to call
ourselves the forbidden
word that begins itself with an
we are ones who feel--
Merely because we are ones who
of words, of art, of posture
But we are angels
and beasts alike!
We who are animals
For animals are not human,
but humans, are,
the site of good fortunehe is heir to
upon which was crowned
the mighty dragon
who is now vanquished.
his delicate wings tremble,
and too quick for Time
they unfold by the wind's
as if papers of a
a glimpse of his metallic color
darting through the cattails,
and eluding that frog's gluttonous tongue--
just that one, acknowledging glimpse
of what is described here
brings a good fortune to you,
it is a gift of luck brought to you
on fleeting wings
from our beloved and charming,
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