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Polyamourosity

Write a poem about people that love multiple people.

Some heartbeats roll like dough
Picking up the dust nearby
Picking up the silent nods from afar,
Until they are warm.

But I know some that don’t feel the warmth
The sunset waves do not tug their hearts
They can’t take the rays one at a time.
Instead, they ask for more.

So, they ask for a fleet of roller coasters to pull them
They go up in roars and grease
Arching their backs for more
And they come down
They wait for more

Some people are built with a world inside
And they wait for one to explore
Some have more roads roaming
Some, more rivers running

Some people are just waiting to be built-
Feeling everyone near,
So the cities can be populated
And they are seen from afar.

Hungry Fox

“definitely a site stroll, a curiouser reveal http://abbiefoxton.com/“

 

She feels the dreadnought.
An electric secret from the dark,
pushing her haze aside
and the cages on her heart
still as the heartbeats inside.

 

But her private darkness melts
like an anchor unbolted.
The exertion strobes senseless
from her every fiber on skin.

 

Velvet joy and swelling touch,
her world extends alluring,
loose every bond to shadow
and she feels the world pound.

 

Every feeling, she feels double,
passion bright white knuckle,
undoubtedly meshed  with  others,
like the ocean shoving senses offshore.

 

Drug Trip World

“A poem about psychedelic trips.”

I sat here calmly waiting,
and now I feel a thunder
crawling in blues and whites
wrapping under reds and purples.

 

The world is shrieking lovely
in a twisted red blur
in an irresistible spell
that bounces with the beat.

 

From drab concrete came forests
of gargoyles that dance and fires
that swam up the stairs to sway
with the leaking music from far away.

 

The glow rips peace in my skin
and burrows fog to rest in me
as I hop like butter in a pan
in my new overflowing world.

Bridge

“A man is down on his luck, cast out from his home, cast out from his family, his job. He seems to be at the bottom of everything, the very pit of despair. He is ready to kill himself, he’s got a bridge picked out and everything.

And then along comes Mephistopheles, offering him another chance at life… for the single payment of his eternal soul. <3″

 

Bridges are meant to keep us
safe from the ravaging waters.
But when the waters look safer
than the concrete cruelty above,
we weigh our pain on scales
and set sail to somewhere deep.

 

But what if the world could flip?
When the bridge and waters change,
and the second chance beckons,
and a handshake begs for mercy…

 

Then the life is reborn,
in a form of something odd,
but alive in some way different,
like a shadow unthreaded.