~Apanaki
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Ode to MarvinOde to MarvinOde to Marvin
My love Your existence is as elusive as sleep You walk the edge of my thoughts Making lids heavy in pursuit of you Your scent fills my head As in day-dreams
And in nights starry web You enclose me Longing and need Shape my image of you I feel you in pillow contours Your touch drifts over my skin In whispered silence of sheets I can almost taste you Sweet and soft Real But these days I dream With eyes open Your brown eyed gaze loving Captures me Always on days like this
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by ~Apanaki
Sunday CourtingSunday CourtingSunday Courting
She stood by the gate Starched brightness of dress Printed colourful and gay Her charcoal skin A burning spear Against the backdrop of soft linen Long fingers curl lightly On the cool metal hinge She stood………waiting
Waiting for little black boys Pressed and dandied Smelling of rich colognes and musky fragrances Their manhood pulsing and insistant Like the tap of her fingers on her wrist Impatiently waiting……
Waiting for the call
Of his rough voice Sounding her name Echoing from his lips
by ~Apanaki
GroceriesGroceriesGroceries
The rain beat down A steady blend of staccato beats Ceaseless Window pains lay blank the perception Her reflection in glass Not mirroring form or flaws Just images of herself
Seldom seen
Her heart has cardboard edges Seamed and sturdy Carrying her gifts without
The tenuous strain of lack
She had coloured it a pulsing magenta Not red The parcels it held
Were not always brimming over its edges Some lay open without the neat casings Of the pretty and eye-catching Without heartache or heartbreak
by ~Apanaki
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for the 1st time, just like b4once i tried to throw you away twice i tried to make my mind stray three times i tried to open the door fourth again its nevermore five i just wish i could let you go six the pain youll never know seven i see, i just cant go on eight i feel everythings wrong nine i let you stab me again ten its over, time to beginfor the 1st time, just like b4
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