saw-tooth undertow
if someone cuts you
deep enough to bleed
past midnight,don't worry
they're supposed to
poems will be written
in the ways gravity wands
left hand slow and
right hand silent
or is it
the way
we send minions
silent with the weight
gravity sings to us
the arcs of time
the symphonies
in the sands
in the ways water
runs time's fingers
through the tides and
into a purity of embrace
racing with blind love
sailing against every night
filling with faces we make
with our eyes in the dark
seeing ourselves
from the inside out
crows call Dawn
hold up the clouds
Winter thinned between
leaning westward
preening bones of
every yesterday
found in the same
old tomorrow
painting Mona Lisa
after Mona Lisa
over again
and over again
each patina
digs into the fine
spine of pined-for
love that bends
long grassing time
memory and wind
unwinds into anything
that wont coil with love
ready to strike
ready to find
where we enter
each other
and take hold
of the tides
EJR (c)
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