8 July, 2013

Sunday August 11, 2013 § Leave a comment

on sunny days
to find I do things
in my own way, &
why am I surprised
the skein of
future longing
cast like a shadow
away from you
in the tall breeze
the grass hides your
eyes like a dress
hides your breasts,
on the path, the
beginning is getting
it down which is
why familiarity is
relevant, & inhibiting
we are loose like
mariners who are
sure they have been
smiled at by the
sea when we know
better, or that was
the idea, somemnly

later, feeling the
miles like needles
under the skin by
hills that crawl
with murder

the moment’s crowded
heart is a shudder we
hope nobody else
sees at a crossroads

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