©2009 ~
ejectionletterevery single shore
you know me underneath the
elbow limbs of winter rain,
the loose leaf sheets of dreams,
pull my hands in and across
your chest as if to welcome me
back into the sleep divide
and i am waking to the sound
of late season sleet all along
your rented window.
i, too often, feel like turning
myself into you, twining my
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