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Writer's picturedreaming of lulu

the lilac lily ladies


laughter spilling from mouths speaking poetry fluid as the Mississippi

ballet dancers and hopeless romancers

tough edge soldiers praying like a Sunday morning holy roller


long dark hair and eyes of grey

wondering if her words are what they say

not afraid of yesterday

afraid of nothing—

Nothing.

no coordination and no compensation

disrespect for my own notions

paying my dues like a fool in devotion


sunshine pouring out of her head

eyes in pink

legs of lead

like a princess down tomorrow street

teacup lover with a side of honey

understanding her mistake until i am dead

hair-cutting shorter as each month ticks

days shifting by like the woman i’ve wished

folded up my chest till i've preached conflict

praying for what i’ve missed


serious enough to be taken past the bed

electric forest with her hands tied till they bled

lilac in love till blue do you part

did you wish i was her

instead?


loving until i can’t no more

the final closing of the door

persistent in the loud laugh


echoing past into the black


no hate for those i'll never meet

just a quiet smile to see them be complete

pangs of jealousy don’t beat me to sleep

never allowing them to make me weak


the commonality of it all

consumed until i can finally fall


forgetting the violet in my soul

the moonlight from my crown

the lost cause for saving unfolds


imperfection paired in eighteen

trying to rely on the engine

flying away the second it turns past tangerine

and landing when i've reached my mission.


sticking out the crowd like a sore left thumb

i'm learning to love what i’ve become

loud laughter with a hug a bit too tight

strong-armed nature with a mind of delight


after all these years

all these fights

incompatibility with the boys watched during the lunar tears


all the love in the world for the women i've known

despite the differences, i’ve loved how they have grown

no need to be the same when we’ve all got our own names



respect and bliss through a circle of my list

flowing till the sun don’t shine

eyes all for mine

and only i kiss my lips.

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