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Oh lilac bird, your voice is stuttered
in stone-weight. I would lease your tongue
to twitch, to flutter
and guide your falling, petaled wings
to shelter.
But here is not a place
and there is full of distance.
in stone-weight. I would lease your tongue
to twitch, to flutter
and guide your falling, petaled wings
to shelter.
But here is not a place
and there is full of distance.
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she'll hold him tight tonight
and dread the coming mo(u)rning
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i'll measure my life
in coffee grounds, in summer
freckles and you
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birdsong mornings
We used to lie on blankets of flax
and moonlight, woven thick and tight
with the summer breeze.
I found it hardest to get up those mornings,
when you were everywhere and I was tucked
someplace deep, deep inside.
You must have known; even as I rubbed dreams
and stardust from my eyes you tugged me under,
bound me tighter.
With chamomile still warm and thick
on your soft-palate you whispered
fireflies and freesia into my hair.
Slowly, softly, your dew-drop words
lulled me to sleep again.
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heavy and unapologetic and utterly awe-inspiring, dearest friend. 