pursuit

itching for a flight
unencumbered to the light
Icarus survived you know
blind and burned with phantom limbs
screaming in the night

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the way to my heart

my love abides at Hurricane's each day
burrito breakfast you have claimed my heart
'tis lust not love some keen observers say
and in their eyes I see it from the start

eggs scrambled to perfection seasoned with
the playful bite of salsa mild not hot
add bacon's savory influence and dis-
appointment will most certainly be naught

and in your wrap coquettishly demure
your treasures steaming barely out of sight
I can't resist your scent and your allure
so hungry I could eat you in one bite

oh Hurricane's she is your finest meal
at any price her tastiness a steal

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cycle

stress
leads to duress
and later we resign
and deign to sleep
after we weep

before
we begin
again

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Inspired by Priya Patel's Fall Leaves.