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i dream of night-lit lonely beaches at the cusp where
summer tips over into autumn and the stars won't stay in one place and
there's a telltale chill in the air and college kids and fires guarding
our shores from the tide,
of a boy with soft brown curls
spilling down the nape of his neck: a fire-bright boy with glow-gold
eyelashes and burnished eyes and lightning smiles and
out-of-step tangos to mandolin ballads and shards of bottles and spills of stale wine and
brazen skies all storm-edged and
things i'd do if i couldn't regret, and
winter comes, summerlover, and i dream
of you.
summer tips over into autumn and the stars won't stay in one place and
there's a telltale chill in the air and college kids and fires guarding
our shores from the tide,
of a boy with soft brown curls
spilling down the nape of his neck: a fire-bright boy with glow-gold
eyelashes and burnished eyes and lightning smiles and
out-of-step tangos to mandolin ballads and shards of bottles and spills of stale wine and
brazen skies all storm-edged and
things i'd do if i couldn't regret, and
winter comes, summerlover, and i dream
of you.
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early nights
only in sleep can I speak through the static stretched diaphanous in fact it's just the mind plays tricks out of habit and I'm old hat (love) I know that but the flame's unextinguished each distant star still being mapped . unskinned (I remain) a torch longing lit and adoring
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August Wanes
and Autumn is waking.
I find her in early mornings
still and watching
breathing her kisses in
through curtain ripples
only teasing
not yet touching
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inglorious
i am all smiles
and pale sun,
too.
and we are wild
things
it's true.
but in past lives
i was good.
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i stumbled across this little formative and spontaneously spilled version of what was later summer-boy, birdy scrolling back through an online rant of sorts to my go-to friend, and i thought i'd share. thought processes are strange things, exceptionally so at unholy hours in the a.m.
there's bits here that didn't translate into the final version, but i'm thinking i'll keep them for later.
no steal. why would you want to steal this, really?
there's bits here that didn't translate into the final version, but i'm thinking i'll keep them for later.
no steal. why would you want to steal this, really?
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I just wanted to let you know that for my poetry class, I have to choose a poem "that you feel reflects the style of poetry you hope to someday create" and explain "what the style and form of the poem means to you and your writing," and - since I can no longer find summer-boy, birdy in your gallery, I chose this beautiful early version of it. I hope you don't mind. <3