Joyelle Osburn Poems

There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift it to my nose
to taste the smell that desires
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It was the way
my leg felt against
the cold rail of the
sofa bed that
...

my skin dissolves
on your lips

my breath sets
...

I am not here.
my eyes reflect the sky
and bleed tears of constellations
as I sweep through this planet
...

I have replaced you, pitifully,
many times in rooms
within my soul.
Everywhere, there are
...

Most of the time, it comes
with admonition.
Moments clash like waves
of cutting tide.
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I am writing these verses
from inside a dragon
with it's mouth seamed shut.
Instead the flames reverse,
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During the silent film,
we wrap into each other like
twisted licorice.
I can feel your breath-
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Just as the valley glistens
with her humble nakedness
and forms into
a soft blanket
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He speaks to me while I slumber-
(Hush)
his voice; matchwood.
my
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