Tuesday, July 24, 2018

June 24th

hummingbird moths tumble from your lips
pausing momentarily to set fire to sage
dashing to afternoon tea on Mars
my movements slow
breath slows
as if
the wrong
the wrong turn
the wrong breath will break the connection
the line does break
sudden & violent in its gap
only the moths remain
dancing in their discovery of blue
you call back
once more weaving a spell I am too timid to define

though I've made for myself a new garment
from the colors of Spring
and grown accustomed to the taste of whiskey & wind
though I have colored in the boundary line bold & tangerine
enlisting blue jays to guard my bones
your light is heart's home

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