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Summer tang.
The grass in the summer heat, frenzied and wild as I in the embrace of the sun in its zenith– pressed unto the backs of my shoulders, head …and neck. Cheeks aflame, dizzy in its proximity like a lover too close, hair…
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Dreaming me
Am I dreaming you? Or are you dreaming me? If you are dreaming me, Can I send up a request? Tug on the knots in my belly, my heart so the strings swim into the currents that separate us like…
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Brontë in the storm
Darkness billows round me cool breeze of the turbulent sky rattles me But, a spell from a distant memory bounds me And so, my feet–entrenched, will not go The tall, bent trees bear down, their leaves shaking— threaten to break…
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Does the wind speak of your coming?
I have never seen you in such detail as I have seen you then. The tremble in your eyes, the lips a touch darker at the edges, as you sway to the wind’s whiplash. The lime prairies behind the stifling…
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Shape of you.
A silver comb with a missing tooth A blue chipped saucer it’s teacup, swept away A single white glove fitted for a right hand A rain sodden diary, pressed memories– faint. Things texturized from the grainy scene by moments of fragility.…
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