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I have a heart shaped bruise
                                          under my eye.
It's from your hands
                           and I know why.
Fingers trace the cuts on my lips,
       the wounds in my mind,
             the bruise on my rib.
Arms of trust and hands that held.
You lost it all
                   as I crawled back to my shell.
Kicking.Screaming.Crying.Pleading.
Poison was seeping
                       while our hearts were weeping.
Seething as I'm crawling.
This eternal flame...
I will love you forever,
                           but I can't endure pain.
My eyes were running.
Thoughts, too.
Whatever this was
that had taken over me
was...confusion.
Overall confusion.
Of course counter that with anger,
vulnerability,
mostly adrenaline,
and you get whatever this is:

A disconcerting wetness.
Silver spilled by moon,
rains over the long white sand dunes;
dark night gets jealous
a lifeless desert
holds the ancient tribes’
forgotten script

in a sequence
time scatters the rhymes
of our story’s lines

can we perceive
the shattered letters,
the messages sent?

innocent,
though back in time;
is it now forgiven?

we sail toward fairyland
without a map,
the compass made of stars
Original: http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2013/01/a-compass-made-of-stars.html
s  n  o  w     f  a  l  l  s

i  n  t  o

countless little

(wet)

kisses
Original: http://www.followtheblueflute.com/2012/12/manhattan-snow-on-day-after-christmas.html
 Feb 2013 Khrystle Rea
Circa 1994
Death and dancing
In the night
Never ending
Until there is
Light.
The love
Only grows
With each day
And I can
Only hope
It is Never
Severed.



*Not when
Summer comes
Not when it ends
Never
Never
Let it Sever.
Wasn't sure about adding the italizied part.
Poetry
is the chance
to have our muted voices
heard
Forever happy,
Feeling dandy,
Almost randy,
Forever happy.
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