Saturday, March 12, 2016

You, But Not Your Sleeves

Everyone needs seduction candles
and therapy pillows, a guitar
beside the riverbed, by the light of a girl
gathering pine cones.

There's no distinction
between the wind and your breath,
the shine of the land and your eyes.
You are the earth embodied and disrobed.
Your bangles click as you touch my hair.

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