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POEMS

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She smelled like apples and sunshine
Her hair was twists of diamonds intertwined with butterflies
She was adorned in garments of purple and lime
Down I slid into the empty seat next to her
Unbeknownst to me I had become her student
I was unaware of the imprints that were being left upon my heart
She was science and I naïve She was anatomy and I was aroused
As she peered through glasses, her eyes were persuasion
She was a queen and I had become her jurisdiction

Her golden skin gently brushed the hairs of my monochromatic world
And my soul began to sing She was the eloquent language of love
A teaspoon full of passion She was riches and I poverty of heart

I was a synthetic shadow and she was traces of a smile
She was escape, she held the Qui
She was the vision of a miracle virtuous and divine
She was religion and I I was blessed

by Evan Quitelle

Indian Summer

My father fell asleep
when I was three
I fell in love
twenty years later
I have been a sailor
traversing the ocean
not walking on water
but possessing the power
to charm the sea
my heart has been touched
by a sapphire breeze
my lips kissed by a gentle rain
held hands with a Peruvian lily
born during a January thaw
a love that blooms
in mid-October
she keeps me warm
during the winter solstice
and I shine like the prodigal sun

by Evan Quitelle