Monday, November 9, 2015

weathervane

i should have woke you at the dark of three
to see if you still smell of woodsmoke & whiskey
to see if the warm of you radiates in your sleep
and if your hands can erase the doubt of me

i should have called when the leaves turned red
to hear that note of 1977 in your voice
to feel the static current of now pressed against my cheek
and to let my mouth go dry with the words you said

i should stand in the sunlight naked & fearless at two o'clock in the afternoon
to listen for the blue jay's call
and the rumble of being
to breathe with the westerly wind as it waits upon the moon

i should know if you taste of cinnamon & morning 

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