Wednesday, August 21, 2019

from a dream

The time she woke herself....
somnolent stirring of lash & limb
five thirty-two 
trembling with the weight of who she was 
with him 

echoes of blue jays--rain weary day 
stormclouds mask the dome of everblue
as 
love drifts away 

sureness lies bare 
exposed to this hazed light 
no lingering of his amber ghost remnants 
truth softens the night 

golden the moment 
intimacy's grasp 
holy the bind 
release the clasp 

awake to fire
'neath willow & briar
drenched in August
becoming the thunder...

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