Do you understand that moat of whiteness?
Where we said our I do’s lifted in a cloud of never.
Where blanched sheets covered our desires
of desktop plumes and smoked cigarettes.
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On my father's boat, there is a unique little machine
called a 'Pathfinder' and on the ocean
all my dark thoughts are laid out on an ever-changing map.
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I am congratulated by my inner self.
(For admission does not come easy.)
How many terrorist cells
within my own body?
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By winter.
Playing in the solid, white fluff,
outside the warmth of accustomed
glances. A sleigh ride.
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There’s a black cumulus cloud over you, Elizabeth, a state of flux
re-organizing your papers, your life. The receipts of various monies
owed on cancelled credit cards, paid haughtily with blank checks
that blanched afternoon you drift away on a sailboat, busy for breakfast,
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Darkness binds us together
without the honesty of light.
Light, with her bright tongue,
darkness, his blind eye.
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Must be a good woman
Who darns his holed socks
Irons his heavily starched trousers
Makes his bed more comely
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A skull treading water
As if a fish pounding pavement.
'You must meditate', my guru friend says.
This whole time is electric, shrinking lean.
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Our eyes bend towards light
despite the broadness of bare flesh
clothed in darkness.
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Lazy lovers; every word of their diabolical machinations:
Spit bubbles spread over faces, adventure of self-entrapment.
All owed to that luminous sky that held
the longest kiss in the entire world,
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