one day rolls to the next
as a pair of mountain peaks
bask in their magnetic reflection
~~
that moment broken
in lingering embrace:
your lips do not open~~
the horse paws the air
while staring in silence wet:
I hold his hoof
~~
was it here?
or do my lapsing synapses
search for meaning
~~
a tree of complexity
stems from brightened perplexity:
the branches we climb
~~
a mirror sings
to touch its warping face
and echoes fill the twilight
~~
we speak through touch
and the whitely
scented moon
~~
slumbering with shadows
I turn my cheek,
offended
~~
waking and sleeping
or drunk on illusion:
we touch the silhouettes
Year:
2012
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