she moved next to me
like red wine circles
staining the ivory silk below.
it was like an exhale of clove smoke
and the dialog of mountain sheltered wolves
singing to the amethyst studded pine branches.
and dangling from her lips
i struggled for breath
in a fist of urgent demands and fingers.
giant glaciers pass indifferently
through the harbor,
engulfed in the reverberating fog horn colloquy.
03:00 is beating a bounding heartbeat
just beyond my grasp somewhere.
I am ambling
through the chambers
where shadows ascend
and love can take you out
with a one inch punch.
I rose up on the vapors
of night time movements
now climbing and expiring,
and raining down over my head
like black coffee
being stirred by a spoon
in the absence of cream and sugar.
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