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Abstract Love Poems

Abstract Love Poems

 

How far did the same thing go
when the rest of us practice you lay in the sun
the grass feels like completion
home base
trees whispering lullabies
sit next to me

the rest are calling to get a team, a game started
lean over and kiss me — their calls get louder
as I taste traces of lemonade on your upper lip
he gave you the cup filled to the brim with it
you remarked you weren’t thirsty

you took it anyway
the rest of the time spent on that blanket was a bunch
of private jokes building up an inevitable tent of
goodbye you know I like outdoors
camping out the first one to do it

shit you like your doors with hinges instead of zippers
bathrooms down the hall not in the bushes
the sun to ask permission of the windowpanes before shining in
your eyes I guess we too different then

too different

 

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Lord Bison

Jazz-soaked spirit running circles around despair…or something like that. Really. Lover of words, lover of being in worlds free…just…free. New Yorker, artist, Virgo besieged by airhead tendencies akin to Libra moves. Bronx is home base. Began an obsession with writing at seven and twenty-odd years hence, still at it. Enjoy/love/hate/be bored/appreciate to your heart’s content. Or something like that.
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