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blue touch paper thoughts squirm in her pocket moth~eaten corduroy darkling sighing some will find intellectual deficiency in her land..

String me a necklace of gifts from the sea a lunar eclipse of liquid bound’ry Write all your poems on the back of your hand..

And so she surrenders to the abrasion of less-gentle textures chafing cheeks, whiskering bare floors of moon.molds and tender feet ..

fingers spread on open window frost waiting for the cold goodbye one tiny finger held wobbly still alights wings of irid..

Blue air on the streets and in your hair seeping into blood still traveling oxygen-lit and sweet Blue tears on your palms and beyon..

She bounced right off the inkling * * * * * * * golden rings and tinker bells winking on tiny toes zzzzzzzzzzzinging * * * * ** * * through t..

It is a brooding slant of light that bends watery shadows lengthening my bones exposing desires disguised as apple cheeks and frosty breat..

Inspired by the photo of a friend. ;)

In a dream beginning to dim I could have sworn I felt your lips upon my skin

He stood before me. I watched his hands. Insufferably elegant for one such as he. Hands undo me, after all. Nails so neatly c..