Saturday, July 25, 2015

Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 5

Resin-Blue Evening Sky... Summer: 5

Innocent silver light of distant stars...
thousands of miles between phone calls.

Making love on a soft-textured sofa,
she says, You'd look great with a glass eye.

Moon-humbled, we become husks.

You fumble a loose-string Dungiven guitar.

Cold showers for whiskey-twang songs.

Hosing-down, flattening gopher mounds,
you come awake on sweat-drenched sheets.

No one turns back, not slow dancing
on eggshells, not with a mouthful of ashes.

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