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i am the ripened wine
derived from your vine,
deep in loam,
your consecrated terroir.
my supple bruised hue
anoints your lips,
and you wince at my staining
for the taste of thorns
a crown may never forget,
recalling wounds
that no bottle,
no cork can improve.
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i hate to get so riled,
but my emotions,
waves of fear,
can’t separate from
the concept of the mind
two distinct things
so deeply intertwined
a ghost in the machine
i feel weak
and if i’m being honest,
a bit sick to my stomach
over the idea of
seeing you so near.
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sometimes endings
create new beginnings
that takeoff tension
when a plane departs earth
the logic of knowing death bides
but your heart races, recalcitrant
with the thrill of flight
and life’s everyday pain
fades
seen in contrails
by envious observers far below
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the Holly King
once told me,
beware the free folk
they’re in service
to the oak.
a snowflake melted
upon my cheek
slow as a tear at solstice
he glowered deep,
there is no soul
only meat
and blood
and bone
salvation is in
what you take and
what you try to keep.
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vile thoughts
like maggots in my brain
headlight on a train
a migraine arrives
to quiet the writhe inside
me that says
go
do it now
it must be so
summon the shadows
like line-dried linens
more scent than form
chloroform vapors
cover my ears
stifle their screaming
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nestle down here
in the crook of my arm,
release your fear
that smothers love’s beckon,
bask with me
in window-lit apricity,
let my lips
soothe your worry away,
the day is waning
soft, like a prayer
in a sunset graveyard,
buried in snow.
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