OctoberRed

come back to me
breathing mountains in
the skin of raindrops
&
those welcoming sunset-reds

let, from their peaks, the waters
and rivers, come
as grass beneath the toes
&bees,bees, fidgeting the busy flowers

let fall your hair about my face
as a mist, laboured
with the heavy scent of summer

rake my branches
&
empty to again be filled with
color&the sounds of loving

you

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think am therefore, I

sweet, wet morning subtle haze
trussed up fussy from
the trashcan of sleep to stumble

and all the palenques of cockcrow
rooster’y metaphors barking
at upside-down night

colorset bleary&screwed
gristled in the creaky of ageing
carafe, spoon coffee habitues

&to stare, finally dumb from
the maddening continual reportage

drumskin of everyday beating
beating&ears go seeking softly pillows

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Trieb

silly in the trifles
gardening a tender skin
press into the open&
fumble out the words, saying
immaculate, precise
clever(
things)

speaking hands holding eyes
everything is kisses&
all the miles travelled, just
to be so many inches from
fewer&fewer answers to
questions about feeling
to
know(
)she knows

in all the many movements
arranging herself completely&
all the muscles possible
to pluck the silly grown
pulled upon the doors
that open with a secret
,only,
she
gives him

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