Concentrate on joy.
Taste it like a kiss.
Let it flow from your breath
like a gentle summer fog.
Like This
Just enough
to get us there
enough
to establish
some requisite angst
keep
us
in the clutches
of our
tensile anxieties.
Love has been like this.
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Something in her raw skin
is like dead words,
too thin
to be held up by morning.
Her eyes
a deeper blue abandoned,
are stronger
than she's had to be.
There is no silence
in the easy dream
on her lips.