Winter sky, white-grey
giving breath to browns below--
inside: coffee's enigma.
*
Your fingertips, like
Charlotte moss; testimonies
of my serenity.
*
What could be far-fetched
if one fetches it closely?
Vulnerable breath: icy.
*
Wide-eyed cat, watch
-ing leaves out of wind
-ow: crackled iced intercom.
*
Who turned off the sun?
Night's syllable in every
breath: Romantic teeth.
*
Your character is a rose
stroking her gently, full
-blooded performance:
too weak to open your
heart: a rustling hulk.
Your initials engraved in
-to her heart of sinorous
wine--our forest of leathery
-green leaves, like baseball
bases in the vicinity of
the equater. We, meaning
You and Her, are well-merited
errors. I, like distorted
corridors, submit to the
age of the wind; sharp
fangs in my swollen bosom--
sharp as winter's glancing white
foresight: impenetrable earth.
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