Like an apple in her chest
The itchy skin
Peeled back completely
In one loving gesture
And to hear soft words
Like playmate
Or mittens
Already placed in conversation
Proud dream men
Circling back
To hear the last twist
Not sure what to do
And when to admit reading
From back to front
The itchy skin
Peeled back completely
In one loving gesture
And to hear soft words
Like playmate
Or mittens
Already placed in conversation
Proud dream men
Circling back
To hear the last twist
Not sure what to do
And when to admit reading
From back to front
With fortitude
Walking through the brisk wind
Joyfully silent once again
Forgiving the small blemishes
In an otherwise
Randy coalition
Of core
We will make angels
Eat snow cones
And try to sign our names
Beyond the horizon
Lies a symphony
Burning the last bits
Of charred sunshine
Making spectacle
Out of the billowing blue
In the distance there
Like a ring of five pointed stars
All the elders make pig noses
Hovering in swirling blurs
Adding blush to anything painted pale
Sticking out their tongues
Puffing out their cheeks
Asking for permission
To pin the blanket
And smell the heat
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3/12/09
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