Genevieve Surrender

A dreamscaped cloud
sets like a fog over my mind's eye

Armies with their guns
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Calloused fingers,
ragged ropes.

His hands, dripping with the scent of sea water.
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The smell of a past storm in the distance,
leaving a trail of soaked sidewalks, littered with wiggling worms.

Afternoon sun, radiationg its golden light upon helicopter seeds
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Long shadows of a long day stretch across busy grey pavement, pointing at the oncoming black clouds of a summer storm. Mid-May; it was warm earlier. Now the cold runs through my body like electricity.

I turn down an empty avenue toward the oncoming shadowlands, scattered with flashes of lightning and the rumble of what seems like a clouded racetrack.
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How I used to long to be
walking along the hardwood floors.
A mattress,
naked of sheets,
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Grey-scale walls
windows with Gothic iron rods.

Black lace curtains hung askew
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When you sell your soul
for petty cash
or a dropshoot on the beach
don't crawl back
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I love you.
I love you with all my heart.
I will be your bride.
What is your name?
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I am calling
to ask a favour.
May I stay with you tonight
if I promise I'll never leave?
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This is not a poem about passion
this is not a poem about love
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I like how your hair
makes a sound
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She was born to a world
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I'm not going
to rip out your throat.

I'm trying to avoid
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A world created in a dream,
otherworldly,
and serene.
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I looked through your garbage tonight.
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A subtle shape
moves about her bedroom.
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College campus hot
college campus cold
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I asked to take her jacket

It was six-thirty in the morning
and she had just come in
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Lets play doctor.
You be the doctor
and you can diagnose me
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I just wrote
eleven poems in a row.
This is twelve.
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