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You poured your words down my throat
like acid that burned through the insides of my chest.
And it was not my ribs that pained me,
but my lips.
.
.
.
.
.
They stung with a desire to be kissed again.
Let me set a boundary.
Setting a line between what is and what is seen;
Shading a curtain behind the scenes.

Little do you know that you've forgotten-
Internal eternal moments have always been.
Cast out like a net.

Disguising this world like a play.
If the world was the word,
It would be the ecstatic vibration of what they say.

But meaning gets lost
and it slips the tongue.
Surrounded by whispering lies, the truth is sung.
A melody so sweeet
360
The sunlight reminds me
That it's morning
But my eyes were still clouded
Like 2 am.
I'm not sure
Who keeps topping off
My glass
Because it seems to be empty
Every 5 minutes.
How did the sun get
To that side
Of the room?
I see your face
In every shadow.
The thought of you
Is murderous
And the knife
In my gut
Keeps turning.
Another glass?
I suppose.
I see God.
On a distant hillside.
Perched in a tree.
Feeding her young.

She is no great beast.
But she sees everything.
autum comes
I am a lone leaf on a tree
holding for dear life
last one to
fall

winter comes
and I am huddled
on the ground with my
fallen brothers and sisters

I return to the earth
and absorbed back into the great source
the giver of life
the tree

spring comes
I am reborn again
budding, growing
and no longer alone on the tree
I had forgotten that I was never alone
I was holding on when I should of let go
to join the great connection
of life
Poem written upon Joe's request.

"many leaves, one tree: we're all individuals, but we're all connected."--epic (movie). Great wisdom is in children's films and literature.
You're on the edge of my taste
Tongue slow swirl and lingering
Along all of your dips, all of your hollows
Salty sweet, heady summer honey
I want to get drunk off of you
Lay in the sunshine
Soak up your scent
Bright eyes stare into mine
Brimming with the force of your smile
Steam rises in our wake
Peripheral vision goes dark
All we can see is the beginning
The end
All roads in between
Memories dance along the tips of our fingers
Tracing the universe between our heat
The words in the lines of leaves
make for better poems
than any I could
put to page.
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