i remember you like a stranger
polar stars for eyes
wit as sharp as a lion’s kiss
passion contained in
honest manifestation
soft one minute
and hard the next

as i write this
dry lightning
flashes across the sky
a sign
of things come

(as though one touch could ever be enough)
no one can claim you
though many will try
sometimes beauty
is too ambient to define

blades of reluctant grass
bend beneath your feet
as you feed life
in the wake of death
i watch you map the stars
with simple gestures

something special
if you were the moon
i’d be the tide
split my heart and abide
don’t look back
goddesses hide
in the strangest of places


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