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This cold fall
morning,
this golden-brown fragile leaf
fallen from its home,
crumbles in my hand.
I can not hold it gently enough.
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Sacred sword against
my chest,
tongue of steel,
sharp
and cutting,
speak to me tonight
of wounded hearts
in the struggle fo..
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I’ve known love
when it was cold,
when it was warm
and when it was sharp
enough
to amputate my limbs
when I needed to..
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I am
alone in this dark place;
this
winter solstice of the soul
where
once I came as a child,
innocent
and accepting,
ready
to sa..
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Dark-brown arthritic
limbs crack the silver-grey horizon
with their bent, wintered-wood
reminders
of their struggle to survive.
Raped ..
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This glass of wine is
empty now.
Its bottom stained
red with the bloody remnants
of a fruitful
endeavor forgotten
by the very lips
..
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This night;
this
deep,
still,
dark
ocean
of a night;
This endless
repository of
memory and dream
calls out to me..
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So far from Doe Bay
we’ve come
since that dusky,
July evening
when I first stared
transfixed
into your fiery green
eyes
..
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This intimate space
that breaths between
us,
its rhythm so deep
and steady,
familiar as a lover's
breath
in the stillness ..
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His train arrives at midnightfrom a town you think you know.He told you to meet him sharp at twelveand you know you want to go.So you take the dress y..
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