Tuesday, February 23, 2016

snow moon



damsel dressed in fibers of vetiver
opalescent diode foliage-green shining
performs in solitude
against
the bark of nevermore
hold fast against my sternum 
your hand warms tender the fragility of
this unexpected illumination  
Keep it there ...
shelter the sorrow along with the falling
spark the weary lost bones 
shatter the ampule open 
smell our verdant delight
of this passage 
rest your hand there
always.

It is home 



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