love from february blooms-downA Poem by Steevencan i sketch (i will scratch and scar paper (wanted or not) askew lines, misproportioned (cubism point of view, ( is more accurate) call it Rhodadendrea in February Blooms p.s. i miss you.
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as a determined bee (his thorax refusing to settle but upon (touches abdomen fleshest, i do mean fleshest, (he retrieves) of blossoms.
give an (mountain of ( melody ! (at the crest (flat harmonies) like a lizard dripping from a leaf (quick to appear and a blink of an i (urgent p.s. i miss you. (to your ear)
can i carelessly (most honestly) claw and carve anything until shear bone i sharpen (of fingers and toes) like a lazy child rotates crayon keeping tip precise call it, Primal Love from February Blooms-Down.
everything i see (when blood dries to brown missing green, ( become branches) all too much blue. p.s. i miss you
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for my heart beat (lonely it needs a metronome pygmy and petite ( to keep steady time) but composed and complete now that a bud of green-leaf emerges to be the shore, my relief after a year of solitude in an endless blue sea. © 2013 Steeven |
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