Tag: allison gems
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Midnight Bus Ride
At night
I am sitting in the back of a bus
Staring down the dark narrow center
While shadows slide against the floor.
It’s a bumpy ride, but I feel calm —
Like something could slither next to me,
Whisper dark things in my ear,
And I would know
Exactly
What to do.
By: Allison Gems
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Make ‘Em Pay
I like the chip on your shoulder
I like the howl in your voice
Just the right imperfections.Your opinions carry a little more weight
You’re dropping your vowels and I’m taking the bait
I can almost feel your teeth
on my shoulder bladesIt’s my velvet you’re snagging
My focus you’re dragging
What I’m saying is you’re resonatingThat ever-present almost touch,
little
– aching –
space
Between our fingersSomeone should paint us on the ceiling
Revel in this glorious agony we’ve createdLet’s make the tourists pay.
By: Allison Gems
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Listening to music late at night
I want to hear my name in your mouth
Say it.
— Just —
Say it.
By: Allison Gems
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The girls in the margins of my notebooks
The girls in the margins of my notebooks
Have eyelashes like flames
Hooked noses
Eyeliner
Dimples
Big, curvaceous lips.Some have freckles
Others, piercings
A few with teeth.Some have necks
Chokers and shoulders
Cleavage and diamondsBut all of them
Stare at me
With the same hand drawn eyes
That say,I
Know
You.By: Allison Gems
Allison Gems 