Amy Marie

Bliss is the one on a swing
Who feels her years breeze by.
She creates the sound of a bell
And doesn't even try.
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It started out as a repressed passion
All it took was some hotel action
That day there was much to be done
The day I didn't know of things to come
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The shark called Passion
Loves me.
She
Lets her snowy fin of fun
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Like an alley
The street hides between
Trees of brown rattling leaves
In the daring depths of dark.
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The lovely terrific ground
Wears a paved path

And a glamorous glow:
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Waiting
Wanting
And waiting some more.
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You...hanging and littering the sky...
Elongate your hot orange marmalade-colored arm.

Witnessing clouds exalt your presence...
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A soft sun rose inside my glee –
Promising dawn and ecstacy –
Only because he sang my song.
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A cat perched on the Railing –
To enamor my every moment –
Was all it took – to make my way –
Out of Jumping's 'jailing.'
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I am glassy and variable. The life in me
Witnesses a rising and descending roof:
Hinging not only on my own mood but on the Moon's.
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When Imagination imagines –
Her frame she drapes in red.
Fine white pearls her neck circle
Like a ring – it's said.
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Six months to live have I now –
In my fading white dress –
Of Innocence.
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To adore your translucent and
Almost rectangular lid
Is to profess love
For Femininity herself.
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I know a sunny swing –
Which in the dawn light rocks me –
Singing dreams my yard drench –
Oh Enamoring Flight!
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Dreaming rides – Dreaming rides!
You have yet shown me lives –
Of Roads, Music, and Chides –
To what loathes me. No hives –
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Age was handcuffed – but claimed to be free –
Down the isle proceeding.
Like fireworks – glittered her dress –
While Rage at her gazed for a while.
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The transparent unpopping bubble
Wraps itself inevitably

Around my colorful scented air.
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The house falls soundless.
Soundless and lightless.

Tonight
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