Cherie Mort

I flutter my eyelashes softly against his cheek
Laughing, he pulls back and asks, 'What is that? '
'Butterfly kisses, ' I respond, smiling coyly
He laughs again and tilts his head up towards the sunlight,
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I see God in the innocence of children
I see God in the clarity of the priest's sermon
I see God in the rainfall as it washes everything clean;
As it purifies the physical, so God purifies the spiritual
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My first taste of love

Was a kiss ‘neath an old pear tree
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The rain falls
I lie awake in bed, listening to the soothing lullaby
I've heard it's supposed to rain all week
It feels perfect
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I hide behind a tree, giggling as you chase me
A small dark fruit shifts from one hand to the other as I wait in anticipation for you to find me
You playfully scare me out of my hiding spot, your breath condensing in the air as you laugh and wrap me in your arms
I snuggle deep into you chest, my cold little hands nestled between the two of us, slowly getting warmer
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My brain is an elastic hose
It stretches and grows, bulging with knowledge
And as watertight as a new ship
But as I grow older, I find that
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I write; the ink flows onto the page, decorating it with black swirls
My hand rubs raw against the page, skin chafing so badly it's like sunburn
A trickle of dark red ink flows from my hand, mixing with the black writing on the page
I have put my blood into this work
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You flit about my apartment, murmuring odd mutterings to yourself such as,
''What is this strange contraption? I've never seen anything like it in my life'' as you play with my equipment
But you're not alive, are you?
No, you've been gone a very long time
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If someone were to ask me
What I thought of my trip to Greece
From so many summers ago,
I would not say I thought of the swaths of cerulean sea,
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She stands at the glass doors looking out, her hips tilted to one side
She does it just to torture me
She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder
Her eyes, like fire, beckon me closer
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You were so warm when I met you today
Your blue eyes happy and welcoming
I was immensely shy, and curled away from you
You lightly teased me about my timidity
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I roll the red, rounded object in my hand
And give it to my sister
She pulls off the red wax and reveals the milky white cake underneath
I draw the dark blue curtains sprinkled with gold stars
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You don't know my eyes
What they see
What they've seen
A million disasters just waiting to happen
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How proud to hear the lion's roar
As he comes tumbling out the womb
How proud again to see him when
He is a young man in youth's bloom
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You lick your lips
As red as a cherry
Your pearly white teeth
And eyes flashing merry
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I can't stop
I keep thinking of you in your dark red shirt
A deep crimson spreads across it
Like a rose in full bloom
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I don't know what it is about being melancholy that draws me in

Black ink on white paper, spotted with water droplets
The lonesome moon over city lights, drowning in the night sky
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Oh, my darling, darkling fey
Whom the angels so adore
Whose shadow disappears by day
By night becomes Lenore
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