sifted particles
when I take the time
now to remember
you have become
a thousand page
memory book
sifted into particles
that tie & untie
cords of absence
tighter than old lusts
or other familiar delights
only hinted at
in these photographs
of the sea’s peculiarity
on a grey clouded day
with an immense sun
opening heavily upon you
a white O’Keeffe rose
sensuous and blooming
as perishable as skin itself
or undoubted truth
disposable as loneliness
and all such light pleasures.
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so
he grumps
she’s uppity
both barbed as the sharp wire
but after lunch
and the smell of one another
for several tense hours
they think
whattahell, we love
each other don’t we?
so they playfully goose
one another
fooling around
on the posturepedic,
knowing how and when
to reconcile.
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