Infants gently curled, nesting
sarm inside their cocoons
Pressed up against one another
soft, shelless, boneless
Irritated by the sharp, hard spheres
that share their space
There’s no air, no space in between
Where one isn’t, there is another
until their binding comes loose
and they unfurl, still joined
but slowly stretching away
Orange has a very
diversified portfolio,
its assets including a juice,
a fruit, a city, a county, a revolution,
a Bowl, and color — strangely,
often in conjunction with brown —
that only young redheaded boys
seem to really like.
BJP123: Nine and six filed for divorce, such a tragedy. Thirteen lost her beloved ten, a sailor out at sea. It’s been a year since the cancer took four, and seven just isn’t the same....
Provalone: From the summit of him to the valley of me, I feel the wind that connects us. Oh gentle wind, please blow harder so I can feel you: The only thing I share with him.
rosana sam: Distant thunder from the Alpine summits Thor is in rage tonight and the skies are lit In his wake Aeolus rekindles the fire blowing down trees and roofs just to amuse himself. Portents...
AintNoNinny: i like not knowing what the day will bring because if i knew what was coming my way i would try to control it nothing, in the end, would be any different for all of my forward-looking...
AintNoNinny: T iptoe on the precipice, certain you’ll not slip into Hell R est your weary soul in His, certain He’ll hold it close U proot your shoots, certain they’ll flourish in foreign climes S...
AintNoNinny: Building Love A stick, a stone, some mortar born Of love’s desire, a summer morn A beam of moon, a hungered night A moment’s bliss, a kissed delight Five thousand days, a lifetime’s...
AintNoNinny: Yesterday’s Sundays sunday morning wake ups stretch our possibilities coffee in bed reading spiritual books made nude by our love, worshiping as one body eggs, fruit, homemade...
AintNoNinny: WHISPER IN MY DREAMS I heard your whisper in my dreams last night. It softly beckoned me to come to you. Your breath touched mine in sultry pas de deux. My body quickened, but your...
rosana sam: What good is it to know? Gather all this information Becoming a modern obsession What good is it to know? the difference between saffron and yellow just a question of perception What...
rosana sam: Crystal Clear Bubbling, gurgling, churning no matter how i regard the matter There’s no turning back. Bubbling, gurgling, burning From whatever angle the issue is broached the answer...
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This slice of sunshine
Perfectly depicts
My favorite breakfast.
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Peel
Infants gently curled, nesting
sarm inside their cocoons
Pressed up against one another
soft, shelless, boneless
Irritated by the sharp, hard spheres
that share their space
There’s no air, no space in between
Where one isn’t, there is another
until their binding comes loose
and they unfurl, still joined
but slowly stretching away
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the small and simple seed to grow
into a great and nourishing source
encased in a juicy cushion
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Orange has a very
diversified portfolio,
its assets including a juice,
a fruit, a city, a county, a revolution,
a Bowl, and color — strangely,
often in conjunction with brown —
that only young redheaded boys
seem to really like.
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Sensuous segments
Greedy fingers dig in hard
There’s juice in your eye
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