Half Moon Stool

On a bar stool surrounded by strangers

 SIPS

Remembering the days of the juice box

Millennium passes

Age like fine wine

Orange slice has made love to the glass

Lips shutter under the blue moon

Glance to the left

Diamond sponsored earlobe

Alas if she could only hear these thoughts

Tumbleweed rolls

Matchmaker is digital

Era has ended

If you want to sing to this lonely dove

Feel her earlobe embrace the kiss

Close your eyes and imagine

When will you be coming home tonight?

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The girl with flower blossoms in her eyes

Stars Aligned

As metal birds

Carry

Patrons to the city I call home

There was a loneliness emanating

Her iris was a maze

Only the shades of la Luna

Could reveal the elvish script

Encrypted in her being

Mysterious

Friendly

Inviting

Somehow it did not feel like

We were strangers

I’d like to take her for a midnight stroll

Through the course

To the eighteenth hole

We would lay on the soft grass

Holding hands

As the moonbeams would navigate

The current of her vision

I would speak of elvish tongue

To gain entrance

Low and behold

The sparkle in her eyes

Previously lost

Had been watered by my affection

The sadness had become soil

My energy the sun

Her eye lashes metamorphosed into petals

Flowers in full bloom

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Customer Service Girl

Her font was so lovely

For days

There were thoughts

Transferred on an instant messenger

Capturing innocence

Then the powers that be

Decided to play god

Decree of silence

Now

I stare into a blank text box

My bare hello

Where has she gone too?

She had the most beautiful font

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