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Succulent Paradise

Southern 

One inception removed from loving you 

Counter

Attack me 

Prime 

Minutes from not seeing you 

Body child 

Sweet grass romance 

Ice 

Better stands 

Simple rest rolling in and out 

I love your chest 

Crush 

Moving our liquid through waves you surf

Overhead 

Solar baby with dirt hair move me toward 

Arms 

Yours 

Hands to feet to ears to me 

I’ll write you one 

Butterfly succulent 

Held me 

Lying at the gates alone is exposure 

Pure

Personify 

Dangers word play 

You want something but they’re not it 

Play anyway 

Beneath the oaks a word spun in time 

Arms out 

Run 

Stay 

Run 

Beneath the water I look up and ask for forever 

From you

from them 

For me 

For you 

For them 

All well on an empty road 

Smoke stacks 

Dust 

Crop lust 

Plant hand 

Green heat after dusk 

Silence 

Ryan Boos
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2 responses to “Succulent Paradise”

  1. arbo1949 Avatar
    arbo1949

    I feel your bliss, your pain, your struggle in this piece. What do you want readers who don’t know your story to feel? Keep up the good work. GWA

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    1. Ryan Boos Avatar
      Ryan Boos

      Not so much pain or struggle but the imagination of love and all it brings. Dreaming for my person through experience of the past and the rhythms of taste and attraction. It’s really a beautiful feeling. To see the future through imagination with or without the attachment to someone else.

      I want readers to feel the potential of life by being their true self when they read these words. Take a risk, feel the vibrations everywhere. Touch energy. Fall in love. Lose it all. So what.

      Much love to you Arbs!

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