flicker a blood red
shell in and out
of yourself. i. and
the wheat grass is rising in
balmy winded plains. your steel
is vibrating against finger
Ray, against my ears.
the wind of such subtle voices
grumbling and aching of
the atmosphere of you is eternal
and palatable. invasive and
and i dwindle to dust
in your shadow.
chaff for the wind
and on her back
this night, under
veiled moon, i
you dance, barefoot before me
and in slow frames your
laughter haunts even
i always feel this way, and Ray too.
so empty, so past forgotten.
the sunlight in sliced beams
cuts corners out of the grizzly
air and plays games with
the white petaled daisies marked
proudly in the curls of your hair.
we pause, while he illuminates us
with smooth counterpoint and two
forbidden voices meet embracing
in the star plaid sky.
this time, my dear, it is all just for
you. soul and slender and words
spoken over candle light. words
the wind forgets for fear the blush.
and i, aye, call you to myself, and Ray too.
the spider lilies are uprooting themselves
skirts lifted, they ride the wind
wrapped ’round the mountain.
they ride the wind right out of sight.
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