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Kelly Sims Apr 2019
If only hearts are deathless
And nothing much is true
I'll feed this old black dog
With honeycomb and send him home to you.

The moon is smeared on a glistening street
And the orphans dance to a staggering beat
Like the clattering crawl of a boxcar

I'm watching from the harbor
As ships cast off for the briney blue
And I find myself in that desperate hour
When I imagine that you wonder if I ever think of you

The shoreline is tilting like a drunk
As the stars fill up the tarry bay
The silence like a tuneles hymn
That fills with me a ragged glow of you

I'll lay these tired bones
On a bed of apple crates
And behind the lids of these
sleep-drunk eyes
I'll swim the the deep with a woman with eyes like wine and sparrow tongues
And memories of you

So put on your bracelet of coral and bone
And you're crown of fireflies
Let me see you dance though the mirror of ice that stole the last glimpse I had of you

Now I'll dance like the pain
Is a skin I have shed
And sealed in a crackling vinyl shell
Like a Billy Holliday tune in a empty dark room
Or my tears at the foot of a gloomy stair.
This was difficult to  write, but I challenged my **** self to look beyond  the cliff of my self imposed lair.

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