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Starbeam Prophet Poem
We shared glittered eyes in flowering leaves, sauntering about the country side like vagrants without pretenses, sharing a bottle of wine that slowly ran dry, our spirits became fountains pouring into an idle time, and when lunch time arrived I nursed your shoulders like an exquisite tapestry.
We soaked in leisurely talks from insensible dreams to confessions of fear, we casted spells into the sky and built a bonfire bound by morning papers, burning our poetry in the laces of a hot afternoon.
We committed the atrocity of enjoying a whimsical stream, our pockets flooded from our clothed submersion, then we continued on in no particular direction.
At dusk, distant demons began howling as we rested in a wheat field. Suddenly you felt a spider crawl across your cheek, and I sacrificed its body to your comfort. You smiled as I tried secretly setting it free by a nearby tree, pretending to be none the wiser.
As the stars came out quivering and bleeding on us, we were exhausted and beautiful, rubbing our toes in midnight dew. The tameness of our sleep delighted us in the morning, we brushed ourselves off and sauntered off, heading in home's direction.
Copyright © Starbeam Prophet | Year Posted 2016
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Starbeam Prophet Poem
This morning,
When the sun slid through the crack in the curtain
Bouncing off your rounded crystals
I became an idiosyncratic particle
As my mystic's name pounded my undefined art.
This woman, within my orbit,
Clipped to my grasp -
A constant sentient I moan with
In a provocative cloud of breath
Floods as a luxury
With alphabet thirsts
And emotional reasons of hope.
I'm engaged to her lectures,
Nights faint with her arrival
And whatever ploys that I emerge with,
Is known as a planetary playground for her to explore in.
Copyright © Starbeam Prophet | Year Posted 2016
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Starbeam Prophet Poem
How attentively we listen
Paused in breath
Two arrows on a lily pad
You pluck my flesh, I get rough
Just enough to cause lightning
My hands rub your berry flavor
I bury in your burrows
You stem a vowel and stand up
Stumbling into my guillotine
Then, with the shift of the moon
You turn the tides
Pulling me to the ceiling,
You pout with a lip
Asking where I hid the knives
I tell you, and like a storybook girl,
You half faint with a wink, saying,
'Carry me down' -
So I pluck you like an eglantine
And become your brier.
Copyright © Starbeam Prophet | Year Posted 2016
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