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Held beyond oblivion,
shackles cut the flow,
chains of rusted memories
wrapped tightly
around my windmill brain
Squeezing life, in or out,
pooling on a jagged earth
Grimacing contorted gestures
and pointed fingers heckle
as I am dragged through the streets
of my misshapen thoughts
Over cobblestone alleys,
dark lonely walls splattered in
pig blood graffiti
spelling my name wrong
Dripping slowly, staining brick
and off color facades
changing by the day,
exposing expressions
of those shunned
in the face of popularity

~

As I walk this path,
I draw the night sky
on my skin,
cosmic outlines,
embedded darkness,
the softest touch
of heart shaped ink,
and I imagine you
tracing a similar image,
caressing these dreams
while wishing upon
the brightest star
glistening above,
walking the same path
in your part of the world
drawing us closer together
with each moonlit step
*we take

...

Why, when the world sleeps
do the young starlings fly,
black wings on a moonless night
challenging winds of southern flow,
fighting urges forced by
internal compass points
to land where it is low
and voices creep from behind
misted shuttered windows,
murmuring moans
and tethered breaths,
fingered flesh in candle flame,
longing scraps to fill their bellies
for hunger persists
even in the throes of love,
and they wait on silent branches,
crooked beams of support
wanting merely a taste…just one taste

♡

I carved your name
in a heart,

it was my heart...

I hope the scar
*is permanent

~

If ever a notion
has tickled the air
swept over clouds
destined to share

Captured a breeze
traveling far
soared past the moon
neath every star

Above the hills
valleys below
whispering words
caught in the flow

Touching the trees
firefly dreams
twilight endearment
magical themes

It is the thought
in this poem I write
sending my love
*to you on this night