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 Feb 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
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 Feb 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
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There is one who is sunlit
  Potent as the jade-green sea
    Inhaling blissfull birdsong
     Exhaling ancient threnodies        
      Years of headlights, rainsoaked
       Highways: miles under desert
        Sun. copper-skinned she's spells 
          To sing with lips love letter soft
           She writes cataclysmic sonnets
           Without using words.
            Unabridged Resolute
             Her asthetic purely Lunar
             He tries to match her
             Inhale to inhale
            Exhale to exhale
           But he is a corpse
          Buried in black soil
        Roots to wrap and swallow him
      Crushing the soul from his bones
     Cursed then to wander mountains
   And watch her rest weary legs as she
  Drinks deeply from Aquarius
 Feb 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
Lioness preying on the dog of me
Your focus palpable as the bone saw
Calling to me from the cracked closet door
Elegant languid a voice like a hundred
Knifings Pawn before queen I'm curled at pale bare feet silent prayers spilling on the marble- hair about your face like a hospital bed curtain your pink lips direct transfer words that turn the thumbscrew in my skull as I watch your shadow undress in the light of the window clothing me in loneliness a taste on my lips still fresh from your nape
Though it has rained a thousand times
And I have swim in one hundred seas
I still smell you on my skin
Nightmares still contain
Your eyes two gouged claw marks with the precision of the firing squad
Terrible beauty swelling in me
as the blind fold is tied
Instantly the stomach knots as your words take my throat
Anaconda coiled in the garden of my dreams scuttling you feel my warmth
Pinprick in the Jacobson gland
 Feb 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
In the wake of the moon
All my world is sadness
The crescent hung night
Under whose cover
I drink fire

Hidden from the gods
Hidden from the eyes
Satisfied

Fleeting in the first moment of morning light

I wish to be alone
Staring out from an empty field
I want to see God
Bend down and blow out the sun
Then I would lie down in the ice
And spin through dark eternities
 Feb 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
Descent
 Feb 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
Laughter (irrational)
as my matter's pulled in directions
Yet to be defined
She envelopes
Me like the rings of Saturn
Spinning remotely
On the
Axis of her fingertip
Partially  eclipsed
I slip from the pupil-black
Treasuring
Shallow breaths as
I arc through sterile atmospheres
Momentarily
I choke on trails of smoke
Turbulence of my laughter
Scattering the silence
Crystallized I cling to passive tense
Rent madly by her gravity
Smiling
Screamed
 Feb 2016 Ann Beaver
JL
You were softer than a cloud
Torn apart by the slightest breeze
A handful of dust was enough to poison
The entire ocean
In the heart of that sea
You were a dream
Sunlight dances on your skin
Beneath the blue

The waves pushed me into the moon
After night fell
We floated
Laughing
At the boats passing
On the way to nothing important at all

Anybody could hear us
Under a sky full of
Silver flowers

Calling sea birds
Circle us
As we try to remeber
What solid ground felt like beneath our feet
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