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Birdsong
scours the morning
crouches in branches
peers through dreams
Leaves are splattered
ink against
the creamy blue, neutral
wash of sunrise
You sleeping
elsewhere, tousled,
celluloid dreaming
flickering lids. Arms
stretching, re
compose.
I
elsewhere, awake
between walls. Hearing
birds declaim
life's details,
wary daylight's
subterfuge
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Venus Again
She sits serene
above the loft
conversions opposite
moving unflustered down the weeks
at an unvarying
height.
Not to be mistaken
for an aircraft or a
satellite.
Herself
in truth
but calling forth
no tribute from the street
where her unblinking light
declines
the self
referring night. Her fragrant
lips encompassing
the fullness of desire – as we
in our dream of ending
abdicate.
Her eye
unflinching
offers end-
lessness. Watching the mate
who watches close the
all he’d make his own –
dares him to warm
his heart at her cool pale
fire, her cloudy throne.
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