The Scarlett Locket

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It comes into focus-

The world. 

All at once. 

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Was I enough? 

The mirror was honest-

it wanted words 

that waged war 

on the overflowing sentience  

of my subterranean darkness.

Illuminating, twinkling-

Your eyes said enough

to pour in pure gold 

that rushed in the 

capillary caves

of my blood.

‎ A silver of whatever I once was 

flowed into the stream 

of my consciousness.

Bow up! 

The prey was ready to be slain but

all that I was and 

all that I am 

could not stop 

the habit of a million trains 

in free flowing traffic.

The acrylic feeling 

attacking me on canvas- 

It was me

bleeding 

in free flowing paint. 

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Body, mind, soul-

Shades of gold

dripping off the brush 

onto the blue of the page.

It reminds me 

of the summer that colored your face, 

the sun softly set,

you jumped 

into a stream of moonlight 

“let me sink in” 

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Anticipating-

My heart paced the wooden floor.

Waiting for the second,

the splash,

the gasp of the resurface 

That shining moment that tantalizes 

the secrets that sit 

on the pearly reflection 

of my teeth. 

They threaten to bite and

I hush them to sleep,

Tuck them away from cruelty,

Pillow them in velvet.

They are

too precious, too raw 

to reveal 

all that they are.

Uncut diamonds with 

flawless clarity,

There are just some rarities that should never be sliced 

by the daggers of disapproving eyes.

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You buzz on the tongue.

It almost stings, 

it’s almost razor sharp 

but it’s ice cold- I’m sure of it. 

Frozen to the bone,

I’d die for a revival-

The electricity of your touch,

there’s nothing else as pure as it.

Nothing else that sparks 

up that kind of wind-swept blush 

under and over my eyes,

A film- 

My vision painted over

in streaks of honey speckled rose and

baby crimson.

Whisper to me 

“You’re in it“

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In the slow motion 

of a golden era,

our silhouettes bled into blobs

the color of sour-sweet flesh.

Two souls unshaped in 

pink tinted 

lust tainted

double vision. 

A smudge on the lens-

My hands 

too love-laced,

too lazy 

to smear away the hazy

figure of you. 

My mind remained

too tranced 

too dazed 

in that wash of watercolor and

From the blur 

comes a rush-

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It comes into focus-

The world. 

All at once.