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Monday, May 19, 2014

Whatever you want it to be

for Pamela
 
Horses lift their heads like sea
creatures emerging from a darkwater
tide
         easily translated in the mythology
of your eyes
                    but I’m thinking about your
dark hair splashed across the
pillow as you sleep
                             & the faint whisper
of your dreams
                    rippling in what’s left of the
moonlight as it spills in through
the window
          & your breath like the soft
seabreeze that made the petals of some rare
orchid tremble
                    in the dark
                              just before dawn     
the day you were born