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pebble

I carved my heart

on a pebble

and flung it into the stream

despite the gurgle

of glee

the stream

does not give it back

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Lust
Love
twists
to Luv
Lost

I am strangled
by the heLL of it

I am no alphabet spaghetti,
just a simple, solitary dish
still spooned
in your heart

From the heart of the lovers,
blood flows like a vast river.
Our body is the windmill and love,
the water.
Without water the mill cannot turn.

Rumi

Prayer

no simple bull to toss from horns,

we are the people

of the hill and stream

we walked the land, twisted

in its girdle

ere the coming of the sons of the wolf,

we paced the circles, the stones

ecliptic

we drank the milk of the moon daughter, Sebrina,

raised on her crops, her ribbons

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there has been no press of flesh
beyond a year

no fevered, moist slide
no tumult
for my heart, I think
is dead

I saw her, pictures

knew that face

ached, cold in the night
and the wind
carries no answers

only my love
still shining
in the moon's glow

Constellation

There lay,

in the velvet cloak of night,

her constellation

and while I rolled

her pin point gems,

let them bite me, let them bleed me

taste - a riot on my tongue

heart - pounding like some fevered boy

mind - oh God, there is no mind

not with beauty like this

yes, while I rolled

sharp pieces of her, left myself

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