She stood upon a crooked horizon
Tangerine blood red
Waiting until the curtain closed
Sound asleep in bed.
The butterflies or moths
In her heart concentrated
Tight teardrop shaped
Flames fluttering elated
Phantom fears her enemy
Slipping in to steal the night
Whispering sullied lies and seeds
Her dreams frantic blights.
One can wait forever
Or so it feels, until the sun sets
Worth the cool it brings relief it seems
navy blue sans regret.
Untitled Love Poem
When I look at you I see beauty
The crown of your neck
The shade and shine of your eye
There’s loveliness
In the arch of your back
In the way you touch me
Molding your clay
I surrender to you
Forever fixed.
Untitled
Tell the sadness that is deep
Colloquially, its passes are delusional.
Move your shoulder sensually
Tell despair the moment is preferable.
There you can breathe
Life is real-time raw as ginger root.
Juliana Tafoya
Make Dub Not War Vol. 4
DJ Aporia & Ale Fillman
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