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March 12, 2015
Can you see the sun sparks
swirling dizzy
into the throat of darkness
that swallows hard
swinging its head for greater gulps?

These memories
that splash against our hearts
like hardened petals dashed
against the wall,
wind chimes against my brain,
tinkering, touched, fingers dipped and licked,
taken by this dense delight.

Sweet apples in the fall:
the grass is browning and
it seemed my toes were
oozing through cold mud.
I could feel the rough bark
of the tree as I climbed her and
the warmth of her web as she cradled me
and I tasted her moist fruit.