Saturday, February 8, 2014

She


curves

out of the covers

dark matters untangled

from the blossoms

convexing her

vertebrae

amid peach

fuzzz

lost in my own

well in orbit

degrading spacefaller

plotting planets to prove

this is (w)here

I lie

she curves

the illusion of dawn

as though new

she curves

all the bed to her

toward the distance

a solitude a

parallax we

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