coming inside the morning.

coming inside the morning.

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they  glisten at every  opportunity to welcome themselves. 

    tell us all, when you arrive,     what the salt

    took from your skin in the sea   or

     the sweat he took in seas      or

                     what the salt

had become when you wring your glossy dreams

    and when you arrive will you share.      maybe

    the flute isn't for you,    and maybe your chest

        is against mine but maybe this isn't for us

   but.     brace.    arm extend,   weight.    lip

      bite, barely,        she bites her own lip,

              barely,     eyes crashing      like

    matches extinguished in an open palm,

 and        she can't let anyone know    and

   he knows      and   his   finding

      echoes along the line of jaws  and

                    what the salt

preserved           while you believe in the sea

    and  his clench now,          sheets creasing

like starfish playing sad     and  the chandelier

    slicks with condensation offered upward

by his moan and deargod what may be watching

   from the oldest gardens within us, what may

stare outward and investigate these mornings

    spent building a means with come and with

trust.   the ghosts read their future   in the   smudge

   of her left hand      pressed   against the wall,

        as she rose above him,   hand to mouth,

-every wind given peacefully- and began to map

    with her thighs what will be found upon

             the rainforest of her breasts.

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Aloha,

Love these lines...

"by his moan and deargod what may be watching
from the oldest gardens within us..."

This one is rich with emotional imagery, brushed with visuals for the heart to enjoy.

Beautiful.

alisa ;-)

[lee von cleef]

the ocean will do that to a girl or a cowboy though he won't give up his boots and she won't give up her ink