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Sunday, June 10, 2018

A Tetractys

Raw
sticky
honeycomb
between your teeth,
and honey flows from the warmth of your mouth.

A prompt from http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/fussy-little-forms-tetractys.html

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Queen Mary

We made love on a haunted ship, leaning out the porthole under a full moon on Halloween.

Ten years later, 
I remember your laugh.

It's the warmest sound in the world, 
happy, sleepy and sometimes high.

My heart feels like your bedroom candle, 
the one made of psychedelic colors
that melted down the side of the dresser and swirled into a pool on the old hardwood planks
next to your bed.

I don't remember our bodies, or anything else.
Except, you didn't seem to notice the waxy mess.