Amber Toohey Poems

You do not know,
nor love the chalky crevices and dark knotholes of my cenotaphic soul,
coral polyp dissolved
beneath the drying bath of this polygamist sun-god;
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You asked me once
gently, in the dark

why I love you so much.
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Wide ache, awakened
Stormgreen glass
and smooth jazz
notes elongated
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Sibilant words
dropp like coals
from plaint mouths;
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I am far too rooted in this world,
concerned with each breath,
each detonation beat.
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In the twilight of a sibilant heart
spinning mouths
embroider silk embraces
from the sky of impersonated longing.
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Full moon moan escapes;

darkness
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