face flushed in
webbing-
panting swells
the womb
of seeds wept
in shade,
never to know
shame.
Author: grumpygorman
true embraces are precious
and oft elusive,
still, i disengage
in haste,
fleeting as the
sigh
of escapist
mind.
crisp feather heavens
citrus water gardens
steep her eyes
deep rosy
dusk.
lone light
in barren lot,
do you dream? dare i dim
the haze over graves not yet grey,
bless a breath to deaden hate,
reimagining escape
so late.
chatter plucks on nerves
then becomes the chirp of birds
shunning words and fenced in meanings
embracing the beauty of being
and freedom to
dream
closing in on
being true
in light of relapse,
taking up less space
while face to face-
no blame,
curtains parted.-
still no rain.
cloak city blows like
chewing smoke
breath etches fad
past into
glass
finish scraped
from eyes
devised to
hide
graffiti framing
flowers.
whispers
under waterfalls,
unmasked in soft
light,
i love like
you showed me,
almost knew
me..
newborn beyond
boredom,
fadeout in a photo frame
called home.
thru coal mist
glasses,
the swell of noon sun’s
fork tongue,
blood in chew of
tree gum
wedged in crack
of attic
over home help
panic.
the cool sweat of
silence,
a cruel drowsy
pause
for bite like dark coffee
and deep people
reflecting
loss,
fevers bubble under
fangs of
frost.
hands in the garden 
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