stealing
Goddess time near 2 am
fingers
bending
silence
folding
itself
into light rain
heavy
hang leaves
bow
their bleed
tipple
seeds and
till
the air with fantasy
agents
of street-corner lingers
turn
wheels, clock
without
hands
every
purpose declared
only
to count you
watching
my
eyes are closed
scratching
skin
smelling
Autumn
intoxicating
ripening
staining
desire
we
all see the colors
start
to run
each
one of us feels it
different
souls imprint
names
in the scent forest
of
captivation
silk
bindings
thread
tie
without
wanting
the
need to
say
seeds
are
little prayers
we
cast
the
elements
with hope
behind
curtains
before
the glory
find
yourself
inside
your heart
crawling
with a smile
and
wanting more
and
something
tastes
like Heaven
just
out of sight
and
just under your nose
wings
are your dreams
all
lined up with water
in
a slow gather drip
every series
of humanity
is numbers
in
chaos
the algorithms
that are
kelp sway tides
with
horns
shedding velvet
to
let go
of death
to lick the stamps
of approval
pine
needle blankets
cover
me mumbling about the
mushroom
march
they
come in stolen colors
I
say, the ones
we
stored for the gasp
the
moan
the
scream outside of agony
that
mirrors our intentions
and
draws the line from insanity
into
what we’re reading
these
words are seeking
a
mouth to feed my lust
they
say stay potent
be
something else
as
your bones are a cage
and
your eyes can burn
though
anything
when
they paint caves
to
tell the story
in
future tense only
streetlights flicker a
steady
stop
of my manufactured truth
while cricket legs rub
the
pour of quiet
as I keep trying
to find the words
like
I do when I want
someone
like anyone
who
turns to me
with
a smile and says
you
know
my nose
sees
better
than
my
eyes
too
EJR
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