March 12, 2014

between mmmm and I'm thirsty...

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searching a one night Ouija board paradise

spades and hearts
glass house holies
I linger in how
she walked
smooth stones
clutched palms
and poems

I wake early
to write
to stain
her nightstand
a maple three legged
pedestal top
mid amber patina
nicked and otherwise marked
in various sharp echoed memories
that water will leave behind

a perfect canvas
to trace and gorge on
nascent what once was
a now greedily drunk
on spring tendril ghosts
ripening, in the space
right beside her

I watch how she breathes
her gently sloping
kelp sea bending
before dawn comes
to take Morpheus
and her love
of the never ending night


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