Thanks to the fun people who contributed. I think it came out great.
Samantha Milowsky
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Like a fluttering feathered peacock.
I was ready to take flight, skip myself across this pothole pond
potholes ponds puddles pitter patters.
I had a sensual mind on repeat.
What would be this torn?
These hearts surrounded by crushed cigarettes.
cigarettes of red flames as the ones in my heart of long ago
till the burn of the light flickered and poof!
Out it went crushed down below
towards the footprints of tardy clouds.
Their outspoken lightening, on the heels of antlers.
lightening and top-toes, heels of lightening rods in my heart knock, knock.
Meg and I floated between them like ghosts playing in front of open windows.
I did care the neighbors were watching
Because if what they saw, is what they saw, it may not be what they thought they saw in the window at all.
You are not the devil on your shoulder, the monkey on back, or the angel in heavens. Just the awareness of them
and only we would know the secret which resides within these walls.
The passion of 2 lovers in the throws of ecstasy.
They didn’t imagine a future of pushing strollers across tourmaline parking lots.
O the throws of ecstasy!
By Dravenames, Huniie, megcollins, onesapien, Samantha
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