Coco

tiny rectangular black hole

sucking us all in

                                         faster

Inspiration 

Is such a delicate thing, 

Such an intricate dance 

Between emotions and ideas, 

A soft sparkle 

The Ocean is a wild thing. 

She rises and falls, crashes and swells. 

Out she calls, luring lonely souls to her watery depths and sand strewn beaches. 

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our friendship needs no labels; the kind of thing where

we ride back from a college basketball game together

on a bus too bright for March and, 

voice raspy from shouting,

circle: the roundedness of a

marshmallow spent too long in your pocket,

meant for my mouth; the almost-perfect

eternity

of your fingernail as you traced my collarbone

remarking how winglike our shoulders were;