Monday, April 11, 2011


I like
lights off,
and windows open.
I’m into
the moods in you,
your open heart
loves, your
green leafy quiets;
their moon-
reflecting edges
which meet in the mind
between the
tidal pools of expecting
and the wilds of
what’s already lost.
I want your
cotton heart in flames
and the
light around
the distant peaks
in your eyes endless.

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