Delilah Miller Poems

Thousands of voices,
in the unlit part of the city,
called out
to foretell the empty choices
...

I hear your crying,
raining drops on my mind.
Surprisingly,
when I walk out this time,
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You have nothing,
so you chew, over and over, your identity.
Your lips are covered in ink
from licking your poetry.
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'Je suis fou au sujet de vos lèvres.'


I knew we'd be together one day.
...

Just to clarify, this poem is about one guy, not all of them.

Oh please,
you can't call me a tease.
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Red is for our monthly blood,
never respected.
Purple is for our majesty,
as queens of mystery.
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No.
The word is so unpleasant, sweet
most like black licorice.
Some women chew it slowly and roll it off their tongues.
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O Grande Amor,
take me somewhere beautiful.
Wrap me in rocking rhythms and breathy low notes,
and speak to me,
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I didn't need Bob's judgemental eyes
And I told him so.
Because I was in between grief,
self control,
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So far,
You are
a dream I had once when a silver moon glinted
across the window, holding a warm running car.
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