royness ( ' ' ) Poems

My room holds no nectar,
not even a flower -
we are far from the gardens up here.
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I wish that all was written down
so I shouldn’t have to speak.
My voice, it taints, makes words impure -
they cannot breathe up here,
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When first I discovered her,
She was nervous as a butterfly.
A kiss sent her flitting about the party
As if scorched -
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Your head - huge, impossible -
sticks out from the wall,
as though you had somehow got
stuck
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We separate the
ripples
from the lake.
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We stand beside a tower of stone. Overhead
the clouds trace vertebrae formations.
The sheep are tufts of cotton, spotted
Across the fields –
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The room is empty, except
for a bulb hung low from the ceiling,
a ring on the dresser, you swore
never to leave; these flowers
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The stomach tightens,
yawns shake the body - needles
prick the skin into gooseflesh.
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