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I haven't told him,
but his name sits on my lips
as a psalm,
and if I say it too quickly,
I've taken it in vain.
And I find solace in his voice,
earthy murmurs,
the cradle of a canyon.
I close my eyes and am
willfully lost.
I have no desire to return,
for this is home.
but his name sits on my lips
as a psalm,
and if I say it too quickly,
I've taken it in vain.
And I find solace in his voice,
earthy murmurs,
the cradle of a canyon.
I close my eyes and am
willfully lost.
I have no desire to return,
for this is home.
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and even so, you stayed
I taste rain on your lips
and I know you’ve been
writing poetry again.
I breathe into the touch
of your fingers
cascading in a soft scale
down the cage of bones
around my heartbeat.
you kiss me
knowing
the colors that drift
in my mind
like water beneath
all the bridges that were
burned for me
and you stay.
Literature
after the tone
visiting hours are permanently over. goodbyes by voice mail goodbyes by cassette tape or too late for tangible correspondence; now by way of desperate prayer the gasp then, to heaven when hope collapses, the interrupted hallelujah, and all the sacrilege in that silence. transient transforms into endless quarantine -- isolation by the veil of death.
Literature
Alchemy
Years of inhaled graphite
compressing in your lungs;
from curling cursive curses
to painful paneled pictographs.
Breathe in.
Breathe o u t.
Breast rise and fall.
Recall - - Reprise.
Now,
feel the coda,
taste the diamonds
dancing on your tongue.
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The first in a series of love poems.
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