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Darkness knows of my infatuation with her.. how I stay up at night obsessing about her comely terrors… I write her love poems on the pale of my hipbone.. she leans in.. a tease.. caressing my words there.. daring to smear them along my parted lips.. together, we smile..

You love him So do I This is more now than a just a meeting of minds There are raptures resting on our tongues~ Ready to speak profane dialects about you, me, he.. Our lord of hearts.. Rebel hands wanting rage To fight off the dawn A need to grip time Making it bend to our will..

Last night I left the porch light on So quietly they came Jade-winged moths who longed for light like a glittering Gatsby dream They were silver peppered stars flirting in the dark My darlings knowing they wouldn’t survive to see a new year But last night Oh how they danced

I had stopped writing poetry to myself.. and how deeply I have felt it’s absence..

In unquiet graves, poems wriggle to break free from black soiled minds..

The smoke curls around our minds.. sage thoughts rise loftily.. a cleansing, if your will abides.. lips in sync.. they move in words we’ve not heard before. I wonder now, are you the ghost, or am I? All we know is.. we will haunt each other endlessly..

Twilight drive the road’s shoulder looks violet bruised A poem darts out warm asphalt kissing carrion thoughts Dark shadows scribble themselves in the new moon margins Headlights catching the rough draft of night owl wings A nuance nocturnal with so far to go.. #poetry

She’s fine, promise. Life’s been living unedited~messy pages~nine o’clock dinners~unmade beds. She’s tearing at the words, unsavory in her restless mind~but she tears gently.. Weaving daisy chain poetry that wilts by morning. Her bluebonnets still bellow in the quivering dusk.

It doesn’t come easy.. holding still when you are a galaxy destined to spin out of control..