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Lights On — FKA twigs
buttercream
Friday
a flower drifts along a lake,
among staggered ripples of curiosity.
the air dries.
you near.
who am i today?
flurries dollop, blanketing that far-off surface.
a qui voulez-vous?
there’s an overcast.
the air’s chilling now.
take me
a fawn bucks, pauses in the distance.
take me
it steadies and leaves as quick as it came.
take me
thoughts tangle, froth in the air.
for what?
two snow mountains
too many obligations
to smell as sweet
surly meek
minds displacing.
a heavy weight
of frayed casings.
that look suits you.
your insistent inquisition.
cool questioning
or the mere lack thereof
le boulangerie?
you speak
all of a sudden.
i’m succumbing.
why me?
your allure is mind numbing.
you’re evading.
my socks dampen.
you’re tense.
awareness looms.
you’re here. aloof.
my hair flattens.
the wind slows.
the air mists.
je suis désolé.
it’ll storm soon.
carryover into next week. the town readies.
as do we.
it’s exhilarating, yet
i wince.
in spite of
withstanding
countenance
my fingers prune
to be let in
to be enough
because it’s you.
que voulez-vous?
you’re enthused by the thrill of the chase.
my, that’s tempting.
you prefer infrequent embrace,
and that’s infuriating.
they’re boundless, and
you’re riveted by a variety of tastes.
wholesome.
am i misplaced?
why don’t is
can’t be fulfilled
of mules and men
that she wills
i won’t let up
with time and space
not enough
the inner you’s encased.
too often, i’m set aside and
plagued with intensity
that congeals,
shows,
guides,
won’t quite subside
why are you here
if you’re unconcerned?
skittered surface
confused of purpose.
new mane
new ruse
i’m drawing blanks
you muse.
the fire crackles, and
my cabin blues.
a moment’s shackles,
nimble figures,
dancing hues.
rocking chairs
a faith’s growing
window pairs
the unknowing
your river’s flowing
feelings showing
tickled traces
time races
seething airs
webbed affairs
complicated
subjugated
trapped in
hidden stares.
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