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here's how i see things ...in words.
EPHEMERAL
my arms reach up to the moon
wanting to reel it in, kiss it hard, make it mine.
my heart beats extra beats.
my mind beats around the bush.
i am a pilot light
waiting for a match.
i am the reflection
in the pool,
dancing on the water,
turn around quickly,
i am gone.
Ice Storm
barely budding branches
pink
on the cusp of red
glazed
like jewelry made of tempered glass
imprisoned
against their will
like snow white sleeping
in her glass-topped coffin in the woods
waiting
like we are
for release
72 hours past the beginning
silently staring
as candles probe the darkness
all around.
relatively speaking
you are as incomplete as heat lightning
as cool as the other side of the pillow
as arid as the day is long
as complicated as the falling of a star
taller than the tallest building
faster than a speeding train
as puzzling as the texas two-step
to feet that take ballet
a sidewinder sidewinding your way through me
on your way to some other side.
i really like that in a person.