Monday, August 26, 2019

Boulders landing on a head of eyes
stems and pebbles clipped
and floating in a bright ditch,

I see you coming to me braided,
shyly undulant, cutting
the veil of shade
with fresh scrubbed skin,

twerking the rusted symmetries
into hot carved curves,
tabling my restless frame
to be darkened by your inner light.

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