The curve of a bush or a woman in bloom is reflected in my hands They make mirrors of each other in-out-out-in brushing strands Of leaves or time across the universe and who waits at the city on the edge of forever But a Poet and a Dance brushing off Fate and Chance whose hoofbeats…
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Violet and Intemperate
Speak to me O Muse of that thing which we call love That is washed away in the sands of the mighty just as easily as it is held in the hearts of the brave Sing to me a battle hymn of he who is unrepentant in his gaze and she who rose to meet…
I Decorate The Sun For You
When the light is low and the wind is long I shape the shadows on the ground And I like to make them change and play until they’re old enough and long enough to pass away Into the cool soothing night they at long last light fade Until the morning when the shape of the…
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