papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

cyanescence 02/21/2016

Filed under: free verse,poetry — paperslightertext @ 12:26 am
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sweet like cedar tea,
dulcet tones and hemlock cones,
skulls fuzzy with lichen.
I’d liken it to the stump unfocused
a thalamus distracted
a sense of self retracted
into dilated time.

we held hands
in a fortress of softness
adrift
on an ocean of moments
carried off by currents
swelling, strengthened,
running deep with love.

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