Lindsay Elise

So there’s this poet in my garden.
He sits right by the willow tree.
Listening to the words I say,
As he morphs them into beauty.
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You were so waiting for me to jump into the deep end
Where the splash would engulf and wash away
Everything
I have ever dreamed
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Cinderella,

with her slippers of glass,
clicks her heels three times
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They say that she is a beautiful dancer.
Her limbs follow the music.
Her heart pulses to the beat.
Satin-wrapped toes click
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Saline eyes drift along the shore
Somehow asking for a muse once more
They fall upon
A barren rock
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The summer’s gone.
We wasted away the days
lying by fires and
burying our toes in the sand.
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I see now, that I loved you.
“only in hindsight, ” as they say.
Because I thought, when I loved you,
“no, it cannot be, ”
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Africa- the warm sand between my toes
and standing in front of me-
an elephant.
pink and gold and it shines in the sun,
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If we planted love,
instead of flowers,
winter would be heartbreak.
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He opens his hands,
Lets the moths fly erratically
About in my stomach.
They tremble unconsciously,
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It’s lodged in my throat
Like a bullet sticks to muscle
And makes a heart bleed
And makes a mind remote
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The last time words passed between us,
I was mumbling with a ghost.
My pale skin, reflected in yours
As pale as the ashes of something once great.
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Give me something of yours
To remember you by.
Don’t I deserve it?
With all the emotion I supply?
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