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Poems by Taylor B.


If I Die


If I die before I wake

lay my dreams into the river

let my family weep and cry

be still your living shivers.


A bird of red foretold those news

and I refused to listen.

Forgotten nature bleeds for me,

my hands are raw -they glisten.


My mind had passed on years before

lost in a pale grey haze.


If I die before I wake

then give the world my soul to take.


If I die before I wake

then pray I sleep forever.



a line, (a blue one)


Time I


There is not a moment in time

where passion does not consume

bated, still and silent lulls

are echoes I cannot resume.


My heart constricts,

I bleed, I blink.

I think this love is poison

but it tastes sweet

and how do I greet it

with anything else

but love in return.



a line, (a blue one)


Time II


I pretend that time’s an ocean

something constantly in motion

and I fill with deep devotion,

deeper, deeper, than the sea.


You may feel it slip beside you

seconds are now stained blue

life is constant yet mortals die too

There are some truths that cannot be.



a line, (a blue one)


Fresh Laundry


Detergent is the smell of love:


Worn in shirts that embrace like phantom lovers hands

That hug the body tight with warmth, with life, in a way that silk never can

Bodies sealed close enough like the folds of envelopes

Close enough to become wrapped in the waft of laundry

Sweaty like the dew on leaves and tender like spring dawns.



a line, (a blue one)


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