June 21, 2011

where do you go when I blind crawl after I fall looking too far,when you have been along side me, along side night I keep pressed against the wall...

knowing roots scare me
more than black seas
my nightly knees
pray close to the chest
invested soil where time sleeps
creeps as dew might wait
for the dark to shine
waiting vined wine
where the Moon looms
in weaves, especially
in the wanes
in the wades
in the tithes
in worn tides
in baskets
that catch what's unbound
from the insides of me
when I breathe what's
inside where I sleep
inside where I wait
for you still
waiting for me...(For Litha)

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