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Lost MemoriesLost Memories:
What happens to those memories lost long ago?
Do they burst into flames or turn into snow?
Do they manifest into memories for others untold,
Or do they come about as flowers with petals that unfold.
What happens to all of those memories that have been forgotten?
Did they slip into a child's dream,
Or a best friend's nightmare?
Have they been hibernating like bears,
Or falling asleep?
Or are they still sitting in the back of our minds waiting to get back on their feet...
Every Sacred Inch of YouA sleek and shiny
Shimmer of senses
The second I conceded
I clearly see,
Locks falling gently
Reddened regally by thee,
At your decree,
They do adorn
The silken smooth and cream white
Neck from whence my eyes cannot be torn,
I fear I'm not yet born,
The petty prattle I mistook for 'love',
Now viewed with scorn,
For what was picturesque
Had no more depth
Than dirty limericks,
And now my gaze be drawn by thine,
And slim are the chances I'll find my spine,
And speak what lines
And heart, do cruise together,
Each tugging at the tether
That binds forever,
By eyes of briar-green
Sap that lie before mine,
Batting lashes lash me
Like a little lost puppy I pine,
Before I trace a journey 'cross the bridge
O'er that crested ridge
Down to your lips,
Whose cupid's bow
Deals me a piercing blow,
I can't taste bliss,
I can still miss,
For comfort in those arms
Of yours I've never known
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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