Alison Rosalie Poems
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Undefined eyes of some mirthless blue;
Intentions unknown and Summerless pursuit:
Imagined only through a curtain's gape,
Past city limits iced with dope and rape.
It's gun-in-hand or limerence-in-heart.
This or that, hit of smack, blood forms of art.
A direct give-away, glazing the wall -
Stumbling to sleep at the height of it all.
Dipping in darkness in time to realize:
It's you who stalks love with too many eyes.
He who tugs at blinds in solemn repair
And prays about love that should run to you.
By, through a crack, gleaming angel ...
One Tiny Purple Flower
We write and we write
until our hair falls out.
of our longitudinal looks
is another kink in the storm;
one more dreamt night.
a new dark to discover,
to define, to uncover
The living movements