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Doodles
Like arcs of lightning shards display
In brightened eyes, lollipop hands.
Like tiger whiskers, lazy twitch
In dozing days, the jungle sun.
Like lovers first/last kisses’ lips
In twisting sheets, breathless demands.
Like the world’s end at Time’s slow start
Sustains in hope, always begun.
What whispers heard in po’ms, swan songs,
Heart skipping glimpse, where us belongs.
In brightened eyes, lollipop hands.
Like tiger whiskers, lazy twitch
In dozing days, the jungle sun.
Like lovers first/last kisses’ lips
In twisting sheets, breathless demands.
Like the world’s end at Time’s slow start
Sustains in hope, always begun.
What whispers heard in po’ms, swan songs,
Heart skipping glimpse, where us belongs.
Published 8th Jun 2018
Author's Note
just thoughts about what it feels like when "things start to happen"
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8th Jun 2018 4:03pm
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