junimo

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[teaspirationss]

I don’t know what you do with good feelings. I’m used to tossing them around like confetti to share with everyone, but now I hold them to me like rare a species that needs protection from extinction. But I was jealous that you never had to catch light off of something, you’re an object to gravitate around, soft and kind, and I’m cigarette burns on skin. You’ve reached into my heart, pulled out a handful of stars, and called them heartbeats.

And it wasn’t just love, it was more like: I think my heart is incapable of beating for anyone other than you.

[heavenlycreatures]

on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

[oozins]

[mikarchive-deactivated20250714]

richard siken, dots everywhere

[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

Angels in America, Tony Kushner

[flowerytale]

T. S. Eliot — The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

[junimopoetry]

night drive/ephemeral

a heavy melody,

your hushed tone,

soft tapping on the wheel.

shielded from the winter air,

the cat eyes glow around us.

should i watch the distant lights

or you?

do i have the right?

the guts?

do i risk it?

suddenly

a small gesture;

calloused fingers rest on soft skin,

a soft squeeze in subtle possession

                  (another sign passed)

speck. then, flicker. then, fire.

a quick glance

                  (a hammering in my ears)

i hold my breath

i see you--

then,

a gaze that lingers

for the first time

i saw you

[junimopoetry]

A.philander

i wish i knew that the fluttering in my chest

was a warning sign

like the crescendoing rumble of the ground

as an earthquake hits;

before a volcano explodes.

an aftershock,

a notification-

an admonition reads:

    "take immediate shelter"

i hoped this would be

an apparition born from a bouquet;

a bloody-eyed virgin mary

shooting stars

    and

autumn leaves

        and

night drives

it seems i've mistaken locust swarms for butterflies

instead,

a twilight bonfire turned

    wildfire