You, born the eleventh
in poetry’s month,
exhale pure air.
on virgin canvas.
Your purity shared
in the sweeping
loops of words bled
on page.
Born Anew
Portraits
Union
Our time dims twilight to our birth,
as we forecast a spring never-ending,
our blossom forever in bloom.
We share optimistic lies,
wishing on an unlikely future.
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Made for Two
Temptations echo
as Tupac ruminates
on clandestine longing.
My eyes listing
across your profile’s face.
Our departure long formed,
an ocean of years between us.
The first drop spilling
a premature end
to a former friend.
On your face I see
your successes, exciting and contemporary;
and my heart outlines a jealous love.
Her, Curious
Simmering intensity
troubles her bronze skin.
Her air effervescent,
spitting shocks
of paralysing awkwardness.
Her mannerisms polar,
atop a liberal-traditional swing.
Her harness religion,
restricting exploration,
her morality stifled,
by rules not for her.
Her actions betray her
chastised sexuality.
Her repressions expelled
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Habibi
Eyes deep
lashes beckoning.
A visage an intriguing exotic.
Hair, strands of long earthen silk,
tumbling carefree.
Her presence is rich and warm,
blooming conversations
of all sweet and sensitive.
She speaks in hushed rooms
between sips of jasmine tea,
listening.
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Dai
Peroxide razes her natural tones.
Her crown coloured night,
flitting pink and green.
The alfresco heat
searing her skin scarlet.
She meanders through
roman arcades,
a gauche guitar her companion.
Her fashion
washed in luminescent vogue
partisan
to ideals Milano.
An Indelicate Amour
Thoughts of you lie
the wrong side
of our violent rupture.
An image muddied,
once clear.
I saw hurt,
old sorrows whipping
a spite filled tongue.
Lashing, at those a threat
to your whims and wants.
Black Ecstasy
His tailored figure draws devotion
by all who see him.
He
draped en noire,
his life coiffed a delicate duality
flashes
black and ecstasy.
J.C. FitzDerick 