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tonight I am drinking wine

Tonight I am drinking wine to try to remember you. Back before when you had conviction, you knew what love wasand you wrote in block lettersLOVE.In my first glass I remember your faithin your words being enoughbecause the corporeal vessel lackedbut so sure your spirit, your essencewho you were at 3amI remember how you believedIn my second glass I remember how it brokeyou wrote about love smaller…

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What is this feeling?I know the fear and I remember It. the soft new familiarstrangenessof the spark of being seenwith new eyes. It seems strangenot to call this loveAm I safe here? To slip into the fieldand think the moon romanticagainTo say this is meaway from meand moonlight not too great to shareagainHow ingrained my flaws? I am tryingto be what I think Iam with you. But this moonlightshows…

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cherry tree

Is it a cherry tree?I don’t know its shadowall I can see from this wall is its shadowresting on the panel fencethat funnels me home.This is where I think of younow. this is where I try to see godand I think of you nowI stand here so longinhaling the quiet and I lookat the shadowand I think of youand how the shadowI can see cherriesI can taste the cherries in my mindand the fear holds againI think…

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you brush your hair

The flash of your eyes is enough and I am gone. I think of you in waterbathing, meditating, something,and the point the towel touches youeverything where it needs to beYou brush your hair the idea that I may occur to you in passingthe cool flush of a rush of bloodto your tips excites meand if am I compelled to thinkthat seeing you in the morning sun shames what we call beautyI will think thatI do…

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what if

no you are not yet the sun the moon the starsno not yet. I know it is just my tired eyessalving my aching blue soul.I know your skin is not going to be untouchednor your eyes so deep I cannot fathomno yet at leastquite likely never, the supernova I hint atthat goes on in my chasm being youwill be true but what if yes what if what if is the thing that keeps me herewhen i cannot sleeplike a root…

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in the morning

in the morning, she pulls the curtains. in each hand, an edge of the universe she is holding it together. it is easy to love the beginning of everything- the small embodiment of all- but when did i love her i am in your car. passenger seat and my feet tap in my shoes. most men dream of touching the moon but when the moon asks you to touch them: i still feel you in my fingertips when i wake when i…

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Firehouse #1

no no no, she says we can be sad tomorrow, you can be. but now i love you and you love me. i cannot see the morning, there is too much wine i drink it from the bottle and my feet shake- love me- you do, you say, you love me i cannot touch this love. i know tomorrow you wont say it. nor the day after but right now, i am warm. that's why i need to be sad. tonight is nearly done closing time, i was…

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picnic

we hit the deer head on the break crushed beneath your foot what was that was it a person no i sigh you cry, shock more than anything the deer, looks alive its eyes look like yours help it you said, help it you stroked its head, was it a child were you a mother? i tried i did i dont think you believed me because i said we should move on its dead it was not a lack of sympathy but fear soon the…

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we were supposed to write poetry

we were supposed to write poetry that's been taken from me they broke my fingers one by one to steal those mornings from my hands. we were going to grow old together we were. they stole that from me they stole that from you too. they made you cold meat. alone. i don't remember you like that no no no not like that you beautiful thing i tell stories of you i do i wish you could hear me i do. we saw…

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Sunflowers #1

the sunflowers have turned now, to face each other i think maybe this is it for me the sadness has dripped into my heart, this time i did not notice little by little i think and all at once, the same way you fall in love it stays my tongue and my heart has sunk or is sinking it has yet to rest.

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