• monica lewin wrote about the word: juice 2 years, 5 months ago

    trepidacious dew forms mucousy strings
    in beads that cross your mouth
    nearly fall– tremulous– tenacious at your chin.
    in chagrin, my swollen eyes divert from yours, they
    grope the space between my palms
    and your neck and cheek, which i crave to cup
    in desperate placation.

  • complacently engaging in pretentious pirouettes for the groundlings,
    i practice my contrived connaivances upon the popular priorities.
    forget personal preferences, they hold no weight over all.

  • freakishly mounted on stacks of bricks
    trenched out hollow empty lives.
    blocks piled to reach impossible gods
    eternally climbing
    steps

  • freedom reigns over my body in the moon.
    rings of flowers about this aeroplane high.
    my breath is blue and weak with you.
    allow me this one kiss.

  • raptor clawswound your eye socket frets
    say my name
    i’ll slick your flesh open up like butterfly wings.
    reap
    save me.
    i need
    your
    kiss. for life itself

  • remiss at the men­tion of someone’s some­one.
    i fear faith lies in another shade tied up in your moth­ers attic.
    i fol­low you to another anchor.
    i fre­quently frown.
    mati­nee marches fly for­ever at the sight of my loves.
    forever.

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