bronze
My love, pain, triumph
My love flows estuary serious
Dancing in the air curtains,
into the sea that are in snails.
All is beauty, charm chat rooms, bright colors
Daylight, Incandescent white,
the burning of fuel Sunday,
the militancy of the sips and
Moon Lullaby River and honey
of the perfidy of the salt springs. That
heat in the room and cold on the street. That menacing city
hide out there,
away from the ministries of silk,
of ceremonies honoring the rosary
blasphemous prayers
ceramics
My love cold calm smile and
My love knows compasses intuitive
aftertaste after tea, they mean someone
books.
arranges music in the air, and augers
parables drawn as a silk ribbon
A statue of Christ under the sea smiles
away from punishment and fasting.
A recess bell recalls times old.
An apple pie is presented, steaming, on the desktop.
a soft sheet caresses the nakedness of a summer afternoon.
My love prodigy, oasis, pilgrim,
're Welcome. Both
, but so long without seeing you.
Photo: Kari for "Friday's Girls"
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