Friday, December 30, 2016

of light . . .

your watermark lies upon my thigh
parchment skin, burned edges dry
blue jay's call nestled on my tongue
damage wrung from
song of salt & stone
dreams of moonlight call me home

tattoo bands of evergreen
circle round the king & queen
days of tourmaline slip past
pearled fast--woven
hold to dormant rising tide
stories old--a thousand years to find

spin the bottle--throw the dart
by scent i knew your tattered heart
ancient magic cast the spell
amber dwells enchamtment--winds shift
lucky; the ones who fly
uncharted path in indigo skies

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