too many
angels
for sinner to
handle,
one hand cups
a candle,
the other gets
burned–
in healing’s the lesson
learned.
dark romance
man in the
road
turns to ask if
i’ve seen
her-
if we passed
on the
way
out
of town,
i turn to the
man..
and point down
the pathway
to a phantom in
blue bridal
gown.
laying face to
face–
in claims of same
tight space,
were we to watch
each other’s
dreams.
would we blush
or scream?
might we be underwhelmed
by what we
see?
ten fingers
entwined
we scaled
a hill..
to see what may
be watching
from other side
of the green
but caught our reflection
in flooded
ravine.
dark twister
in your
eyes-
peels stars from
the sky..
and scatters them
at my feet,
where i gather
each piece.
hands in the garden 
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