on your young sandy face
the weight of the stars
the body tasting like snow
the slipcover of communication
fleeting through the geography
of twilight paintings
firecracker mysteries
calm hurricane
sandwiches
and the intricacies of the days
before you knew they
even existed.
3 comments:
I like reading this out loud ... nice cadence.
I like this one more, every time I read it. Thank you.
I like this one more, every time I read it. Thank you.
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