Crystal Rosser Poems

I part with my heart set neatly upon the table;
A salami pricker beside it,
I part with the clothes still hanging damp
On the line
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I see your rage,
Like taillights in the distance,
And purple mountains crashing,
In a thick void.
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In a curl, I have met the calm of my winter,
Underneath raw, midnight skies
And through moonlight and trees,
Opalescent reflections and linear auras.
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Behind my eyes, I begin to see you, love
Through the thick haze of darkness
How deeply I long for your hands grasping
And your lips sweeping.
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What becomes of a moony mind?
Entombed, in a hardened case —
Warmth kept from light —
Spoiling in a jar —
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Simple, yet vivid,
Long dried up and livid;
These gentle lilacs, I crush and I bruise,
In my bare hands, they ooze.
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When I think of you,
I think of your skin
As hard, sleek leather,
As soft as a cloud,
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She melds within the clock's red midnight ticking-that fair, almond-haired bitch
And the old rabbit fancies to run white with her, wildly a-gloom.

She lost herself in the great heaps of timber and fire storm; fret naught of the night
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A man thinks - and then, he becomes;
He thinks of the lesser as fools and trolls,
He thinks of himself as a God,
And he is revered as such.
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I do, I remember,
That chilly day
In December;
The day you were born,
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