#poetnet

[hohneyed]

— paper chains | (m.s.h)

@eloquencenet event: valentine’s day exchange for @penumbvra

[earthwormie]

— i fell in love with the first week of july | m.s.h.

@eloquencenet event: summertime

[heartbleedsdry-blog]

You: looks like a cinnamon roll, but could kill you

Me, an intellectual: look[s] like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under't

[citylightsanddarkskies]

you leave

[eekology]

for the sea salt, for the orange peels, for every str- ipe on my socks, i’ll count it out. tiptoe, follow the branches (the moony sway), call at the neon with both my eyes: dew dropped sign, half-pace spinning, calling back. 8 fluid ounces, this humming touch of every- thing from now on (from now on) a tumbling, a blushing in my bones. you whisper over the night’s shoulder— the tip of your tongue.

Sprite

[hathaway-hayes]

Every torso missed its head and every head sought much more than a face.

L.C. (Excerpt from “Uni-Matrix”)

[hohneyed]

— winter bones | m.s.h.

@eloquencenet colours tournament: green

[hohneyed]

— it always starts in the mud | m.s.h.

@eloquencenet event: imagery