treasure map lost
in pocket,
blonde sand floods
eye sockets
still dreaming of
rescue-
still clouded from
view..
within you know not
to reach
me
on beach starved
of trees
you know not
to find
me
resolve growing
thin-
blind to sea smoke
wafting
in.
bliss be each
caress
dreamed of
since
wandering where
our pasts
merge to mend
at play.
the still frame of
youngest
gum wadded
to wall-
bookending two deeply
dead plants
hands failed in
thriving-
set alarm to water kids
by morning.
jerks like first heart
attack
at
least in the mortal
sense
at
its worst it’s but
a bite of
burn
born without
warning,
like morning breath
upon my
back..
side glistens
glowing.
leveled by loss at the
foot of whose
cross..
my heart with
feather
dipped in
blood
of
man made
flood.
I’ve only ever
really..
stumbled thru time’s
debris
on
quest for sturdy
stance
and
though i yet
falter
its
on lighter
feet-
in awkward
dance.
hunger gazes
into
two succulent
pools
of
wild honey and
drool-
sponged from lips
in vain
and
tongued from tip before
cone drips
again.
petals wilted but
not dead
so
don’t toss us out
just yet,
‘less you’ve found a
glow within
snow
warm enough to stir
new growth.
this shameless
bed
begs for your bold
yet shy
hand pressed to our
reflection
bleeds red like each
breath stands
erect.
today i’ll take
it light..
only to find my way
back to
night.
hands in the garden 
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