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We sat in shade, watched cirrus circle sun, robbing temporary warmth Hands through burlap & jute, clutching at photons illuminating eyelashes Cedar sap & crushed pine needles, fragrant on our hands, amber & ambient Saw your heart through crooked teeth, the same as mine A hundred pounds of saw grass hair & pliable emotion Speaking of a hitch through New Mexico, a night on that lake, where you convinced me you could make clouds disappear Speaking of a first kiss in a creek bed, that night we watched Javelinas and Mule Deer Fireworks by the river, smoke so thick we lost each other Our ugly handwriting, tucked into breast pockets, notes on the back of old receipts Empty bottle love, scattered & sporadic, ours, ours, ours
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
For Jane, Doe
We sat in shade, watched cirrus circle sun, robbing temporary warmth Hands through burlap & jute, clutching at photons illuminating eyelashes Cedar sap & crushed pine needles, fragrant on our hands, amber & ambient Saw your heart through crooked teeth, the same as mine A hundred pounds of saw grass hair & pliable emotion Speaking of a hitch through New Mexico, a night on that lake, where you convinced me you could make clouds disappear Speaking of a first kiss in a creek bed, that night we watched Javelinas and Mule Deer Fireworks by the river, smoke so thick we lost each other Our ugly handwriting, tucked into breast pockets, notes on the back of old receipts Empty bottle love, scattered & sporadic, ours, ours, ours
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
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