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March 28, 2013

i nursed her all afternoon

into dusk.

lily-colored skies unfolding behind

a crowd of trees and silver music spinning

the ocean’s pulse.

milk dripped from moons and stars

through paths that branched down my chest.

she drank sweet balm

dusk into night and

I dreamt that she rose from

her breath into light

dancing the horizon’s edge

gathering the earth like

liquid in her lips

moist as a seed.


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