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Collective EffervescenceThe hot bright light of itCollective Effervescence by ~MaggiexMalarkey
Like the sun
Like the sacred
You are not you
You are me
We are
Do we balk?
Or do we release ourselves
Into this ocean, dissolving,
Suddenly only tears and blood
In a thick sea
This passion is not yours
This bliss, this sorrow
Is an island you wash up against
But cannot envelope
And yet it is all around you
And everything is luminous,
Their shining eyes
A million times as bright
As some other, solitary joy
The Perfect MomentYou cannot breatheThe Perfect Moment by ~MaggiexMalarkey
until the air smells like
the sea
like summer
with a hint of rain
you cannot speak
until the taste of fruit
is on your lips,
the smell of wine
you cannot touch
until your skin is clean and sun-kissed
on your skin
you cannot think
until you are
completely alone
you cannot move
until the numbers
in your head recede to pinpricks
and stop counting
you cannot begin
until the perfect moment
has slipped past you
you cannot get out of bed
unless the sun has just risen
and the world is paused
all sparkling and pristine and
waiting for you
to reach out and touch it
The Death of the DaySome days you are so overcomeThe Death of the Day by ~MaggiexMalarkey
by the sun and all its splendor
as it slips slowly through your fingers
almost like liquid you think
as integral as blood or tears
a bodily fluid trickling
into the air, into the earth
away from you
diminishing grandly
some hard aegean spilling
his life into the dust
a tree felled, a bull slaughtered
magnificent to the last
the smooth scalding passage
leaves you breathless and bereft
and your eyes and hands and heart
close on nothingness.
LiminalityWe do not know how it happenedLiminality by ~MaggiexMalarkey
we are always looking backward
at the way the sun would set
when we were young
we do not understand it
the movement of the stars now
how there are less of them
how they shine dully
this is a place for wandering
all wavering and indistinct
between our past and future
and we languish here
we cannot get back to how it was
but cannot leave it.
systemhe said that one day I,system by *toxic-nebulae
who have grown accustomed
to accumulating moons,
drawn like moths
to my Venus-brightness,
would meet my match.
he told me I would be
captured by the brilliance
of a star,
a Betelgeuse, a behemoth:
supergiant turned supernova turned
supermassive black hole.
he informed me, peeking out
from under my gravity,
his erratic elliptical orbit,
that one day I would be
swallowed up
and that it would be poetic justice.
principleyou are beautifulprinciple by *toxic-nebulae
in the way that sonnets are beautiful;
measured, exact,
expertly divulged little by little
(but somehow some poetry peeks through)
Monuments To Your BeautyThe sun rises and I draw my curtain eyelids,Monuments To Your Beauty by ~RobertSlay
rest on the soft curves of your lips, cheeks
and nose and how have I come to know you
when we were born on opposite ends of this planet?
The truth is,
I knew you even then;
I was only still rifling
through lesser women
by candlelight
like a mad scientist
sizing up causation.
Pull those satin drapes closed to face
a little girl that she and she and she
and your great grandmother and grandmother
and mother was born of...
It all winds up with you
and me
and our unified future.
You, as a child,
bathing in cold waters,
gaily spouting Tagalog
to your grandmother as she reprimanded you
for leaving the f
BeliefBeliefBelief by *swansisters
She tells him the child is not his.
The old women mutter and cluck
as they slap wet cloth against river stones.
He wraps his arms around his chest as though he fears
he will also sprout with child. "A dove,"
he quietly asks? She points to a blood spot
on her cheek. "He pecked me here." It still hurts
when she touches it. It always hurts.
He loves the child, the cuckold's hatchling. He loves his lying wife.
But he knows she lies. When the old men stumble
into the stable, beards matted, coarse as grain,
he simply mutters, "Drunks," bad wine, betrayal.
One afternoon as he saws cedar planks, sawdust thick as pollen,
an angel catches his
Sta.sh
