Hey baby this
Or that
Yeah
Whatever
My eyes
Are up here
The heavens must be sad
What with them
Missing an angel
And you here on Earth
Fast food?
Oh
Right
Fries with that shake
How cute
You're what?
One of them?
You don't look like it
I never would have guessed
Can I watch?
Stale lines
In tired drawl
Bodies close
Breath hot
Refusing to see
My crawling skin
Angry mouth
Or terrified eyes
I can see her
Near the waves
The wind in her hair
Valorous
Weary
Carving defiance
In boulders
And mending her heart
Sewing little
Silver stitches
With magnesium wire
My desk
One among many
Set apart
By smiles
Blueberry muffins
A glass vase
With a history
Of beautiful
Fiery flowers
And a blooming
Peppermint rose
Its thorns
Wonderfully intact
Protected within
Curly red hair
Deep jade eyes
Orange lips
Comic book thighs
Slender waist
Slender hips
Slender fingers
Trimmed, soft tips
Her elevator eyes
My blushing grin
My number given
Written by her pen
Girls
With sharp tongues
Rarely dress
Mistress Truth
A blatant refusal
Of valued modesty
Appreciating instead
Her warm
Soft curves
And
Razor kisses
Such grace
To wound
And evoke anger
To snipe cats
From great distance
With chocolate
Butterflies
Refuse to heed
Quieting requests
From the mirror's
Nervous eyes
Swirling
With too many
Guilty possibilities
The blonde
Perpetuates her pattern
Not so blindly
Pushing buttons
Assuring herself
With my bristling
The brunette
Seems stable enough
Without threats
To her precious
White picket fence
My Z
Still sends poetry
From her cage
Of choices
That leaves me
In hour long tears
Navigation lately
Courtesy of several
Powerful dragons
Flexing their wings
And scenting my heart
Uneasy to trust
Such a fickle
Pulsating thing
With little choice
As clouds
Hide away
The North Star
In velvet pockets
And sea monsters
Populate maps
One thousand
And how many
Silenced voices?
I think she felt
Every one
When she heard
The news
And watched
The towers crumble
A continent away
Empathic grief
Wrapped about her frame
Like a disease
Clinging
To once resilient
Flesh
I watched her
Squeeze comfort
From the fuzzy
Black robe
As her eyes
Became hollows
Just for a day
She ran
This little girl
Quickly
From town
To town
Meager possessions
In unimportant
Cardboard boxes
Or strewn haphazardly
In the covered bed
Of a seventies model
Pickup truck
She ran
Without words
Permitting friends
Only to believe
In escape
She ran
From angry hands
Hot potatoes
And burned
Bruised mirrors
Gifting lovers
With voids
She ran
Leaving memories
Guilt
Pain
And as many
Of her nightmares
As she could bind
And gag
Locked in a closet
Torching every bridge
In her wake
She ran
This raven haired
Little girl
With a little one
Of her own
Because I saw it
Because I said it
Begged her
To save herself
And take me
With her
She ran
And did not
Look back
When I played
His favorite song
At the Texas
State line
On the enormous
Cream colored
Eight track tape
That completely eclipsed
My little hand
The one he would
Sometimes sing
To lull me to sleep
She ignored the tears
For which
I incessantly apologized
The day after
She ran
A brief release
From the road's
Exhaustive claws
In her uncle's loft
Unknowingly beginning
My love affair
With the written word
And a man
With a penchant
For incredible stories
Spawned from his
Ever fertile imagination
Who would later
Grow mad
From the loss
Of his beloved
And die alone
Shielded from me
By his brother's shame
And bigotry
She ran
To the beautiful water
And pointed roof
Of her parent's home
Where I
Would see my father
Only once more
That water could be tundra
On cloudy days
Ships plowing through
Like giant sleds
Pulled by fearsome creatures
Toward ancient mountains
Dark spines
Cowering
Beneath a sky
Of proud
Blinding ice
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