Preceding
I pluck hearts from the sky
Count pennies amassed in fortune
On the moss cold
Under my concrete touch
When I read of Shakespeare
I see the strings in Romeo and Juliet and
I pull them.
Into Silence
I enter the bathroom and
Close the door
Steam from the bath
I indoctrinated with lavender
At noon
Tickles my ankles
I scream
Curl my voice around the trembling tile
With the cold steel taps
Dissolve like Epsom salts in water.
No one comes
No one is home.
Tinging
She lingers between light and dark
Her eyes never open wide enough to
Reveal their true color
If she wakes
It is in the night
Where no one can see.
Awaken
Everything is something else
In another form
Love is cruelty to someone else
Brutally pink; torn.
My dance is faulty
In the eyes of the soldier
Also inside me.
Satisfied
The shadows behind
The moon envelop me like |
The gentle touch of
A dying spring flower or
The gentler touch of starlight.
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