Monday, February 6, 2012

Winter Chronograph: 137



Winter Chronograph: 137

February is an exile's deep-breath winter bed.
The worst of everything, you think, is now over.
Your gut string guitar song pushes chairs aside,
gently lifts ropy sweaters off rosy-desire breasts,
whisper-lies, Darlin', soon we'll sit heaven's horses.

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