one more for
the shore
to the unsure
unraveling here a diary
of short range
memory
and long lost loves
regained
for one night
also
the feelings inspired
where in
only guesses lay blankets
as clues for them
and a warm
coat check for
mine.
blanketed
and real estate
i return us now
to
her theme
she, who moves with
so many faces through
my dreams
and my spilled reality
i selfishly dress her
i apply the lipstick
and blue shade to eyes
with no consulting
no care for the wishes
of tonights cold canvas
well none 'till later
i confess
-only kindling to her
fire
only wishing to inspire
her love to find me
next
seeking soft caress
and i may scratch
as junkies would
when all is well for
three hours of night
or i may write
as vagrants do
on dead wood doors where
i hide from sight
but now i wail
as sperm whales cry
when beached and under
threatening skies
or i may sit
and wait a while
as i have done
and can still do.
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