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Maybe it’s because it’s five o’clock and I’ve been sitting still all day. Maybe it’s the coffee and the sweet roll. Maybe it’s the door pried open in me, reading Anne Sexton and Barbara Farabee. But when you come in my senses are open wide, and as we talk smiles keep taking over my […]
Come night, be welcome. Your peace speaks gentleness, your closeness an inner warmth. Come curl around my shoulders, bring your fog if you like. Together we’ll sip moonlight, listen to the wind, and follow wherever the darkness may lead.
How shall I live without you without being who I have been, without the shelter of these walls now darkened into a cell?
I have worked so hard to build this temple only to find that my gods have changed.
So much has been built […]
Slowly, cautiously like a wild animal curious yet afraid instinct of the heart against instinct of the hunter the spirit of poetry stalks the edge of my campfire’s circle of light.
I see you there, prowling, restless, while I stare blankly into the fire pretending […]
Purple is the color of the longing, tucked into the folds of pulpy organs soft and vulnerable. A finger could pierce like a bullet this swollen pulse. An uncaring touch would tear to pieces the soft fiber of its nest.
Defenseless it hides in the soft warm dark safe and alone, and dreams […] |
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