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poems

call me dancer

by heather anne10 Comments on call me dancer

If I did not dance today,
does that mean I’m not a dancer?

Maybe tomorrow
I’ll wake up,
and dance

frantically
like they say not to

beautifully
everyone’s guilty pleasure

ugly
so that they’ll call me an artist

fluidly
to send the blood to my fingers and toes

heart beating
rigorously until my body cannot withstand
the draining
my energy donned in droves
from passion
and temper

so that no can can dispute
no one can deny
sacrifice my life to prove and

call myself dancer.

They’ll have to agree.

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lipstick

by heather anne4 Comments on lipstick

sip tea from dainty china cups
imprinting lavish coloured stains around the rim
the footprint of painted lips
a kiss thankful for the sweet taste
remain crystallized for the next sipper

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The last I saw of you

by heather anne4 Comments on The last I saw of you

The last I saw of you

You sunbathed
faulty in your golden tuxedo
bow tie fastened around your neck
black ink run like a tattoo against fresh skin

You were trading accents with the neighbours
strange dialects rolling over swollen tongues
masking falsehoods
and giving rise to pretty lies

You discerned so many sounds
strutted through the dense infallible fog
molding memories into unfamiliar shapes
burying truths beneath layers of discrepancy
so that no one could be bothered to tell
which is which

Tell me

How is it that you carry on
so elusive of sense and reason
yet so sure of your purpose?

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attention please

by heather anne2 Comments on attention please

add spice to substantiate mediocrity
garnering attention by
waving my hands around
and sitting on your lap
making a spectacle of myself
insinuating that you are not
paying me undivided heed

wanting to be your addiction

so that you might
find
not an annoying creature
to dissuade you from your
mindless games
but rather
a reachable unreachable
the kind that makes your heart
race faster faster faster

needing me like crimson water

once perhaps, but no longer
now
really
I just need you
to immerse yourself in me
to lay the stones in front of my feet
so that I might know where to step

blindfolding myself

tied delicately
wrapped like tinted goggles
woven into my hair
and I cling to you dramatically

humming satisfaction

without your help
I’d just sit here blind
stay still
and die without even knowing it