Sally Plumb Plumb Poems

Deep in his eyes
I was swimming,
with the jewels of my life,
blue and blue.
...

I kiss the throat
of your proud head,
dead on my feet
with pride and waiting.
...

What was love?
A wrinkled glove?
The painted nail
on fingers frail?
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Stay, worm,
I am not yet dead....
I am dying.
...

There is a great emptiness
in my body.
It was left behind
by a lover.
...

And the music
of his sheltered
mind
emerges heaven like
...

I'd need to be a centipede
to walk down every street.
To sing with every language,
many music sheets.
...

I wake up
every morning
spread across
my bed.
...

I sleep the sleep
of midnight,
dark and deep.
...

I am in the forest,
in the depths
of its entirety,
alone and completely
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