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Held in Your Teeth

I thought you were a god but I was looking at you in a mirror. You were just a trick reflection, skilled in deception. We stared at each other in the [dis]honest glass                                           as you held me in your teeth             and I held my breath. Trained by Pavlov's daughter with censers burning incense on a nightstand altar; patchouli soaked deep in heavy drapes and light linen. She had pictures on her mirrors of Elvis shaking his hips and Betty Page pinups, James Dean smoking cigarettes and Mr. Mojo Risin' in leather and sex. It’s the temple of Aphrodite with golden apples and whips. She led you b

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Literature

Held in Your Teeth

I thought you were a god but I was looking at you in a mirror. You were just a trick reflection, skilled in deception. We stared at each other in the [dis]honest glass                                           as you held me in your teeth             and I held my breath. Trained by Pavlov's daughter with censers burning incense on a nightstand altar; patchouli soaked deep in heavy drapes and light linen. She had pictures on her mirrors of Elvis shaking his hips and Betty Page pinups, James Dean smoking cigarettes and Mr. Mojo Risin' in leather and sex. It’s the temple of Aphrodite with golden apples and whips. She led you b

smoke

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Seasonal

I don’t see the seconds, and I can’t catch the minutes, and the hours don’t fit, they’re twelve sizes too fast. I can count on the seasons, they always come around, and I find that they feel the way they used to. I know they will change after I get somewhat settled, comfortable, and reasonably happy. It is a false sense of security that I lull myself into time and again with the change of the seasons.

written

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Naked

Shadow of eye, crowned by night, blur echoes of sound, bright Smell of dusk, the musk of longing exposed.

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