Friday, May 01, 2020

Torch hands of her running naked
some ghost in a dream
rain spanked parking spaces

nature's indifferent pain
like the ferment of
some paralyzed evil between us

watching her guitar hardened palm
open a gravel pit
and the whole thick blue dark sky
become the neighborhood air

burning her snow nude photograph
flicking my talons free
of the dust we shared as wine.

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