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Love Me From a Distance
Alluring Beauty, Love me from a distance, for I'm a poet. Do you know how I squeeze life into words? I grasp my soul– to pour your being into a poem pick up pieces of my broken life. I walk alone in desolate tracks, a broken shell. Hiding the smell of death I eat my demise for lunch and pour it into a dish for dinner. Do you know how I create lyrics for you? I perceive– to dance with souls of poets ignored in life and adored in death. I starve for rhymes at their graves and search for meanings buried in me. Do you know what it is to starve? I feel– to chase a bluebird with crippled fingers ; and clouds for vision shimmering feathers dulled to teal smudges. I cry at night, bowed before my muse’s feet silent screams ripping the sky. The ethereal bird laughs and sings Go enjoy your constipated world. I’m man-bitten there is no Helen of Troy in my poisoned life I walk on the fire. For paltry sums I signed a contract with Lucifer, starting with damnation and no “Consummatum est.” You would be misplaced in my private whirlwind I don't want to lose you. So, save your flowers. Come when I'm in grave; I'll rise up to kiss you.
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