She took her Heart and placed it in a bottle
because it was reserved for only him.
She took her Soul and placed upon it a sign
that said 'occupado.'
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'I can fashion with my hands, ' he said
an empty space
with which I can then shape
a shape
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My craving lands like a pirate horde
grappling onto my fleeing ship
swinging on ropes
til they board
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Some say to me I'm pitiful
craving the joy you intend for another
I'm the shadow roommate
the homely friend of the beautiful
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We dance under the nascent moon
delicate twirls, eye twinkles
and tree shadows
far away horns blowing
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Each morning he would take a pick-ax to the Dawn, machete strokes anchored from the Decending Sickle Moon he, like Night, would show up with blood-red streaks on his ax and hack away at carving another day from a reluctant horizon, which flattened itself away trying not give him another day, trying indeed to conceal, Light and Hope from him.
All he had had to be fought for, pick-axed from scrabble ground and each day the sweaty effort his efforts had to be breach-born into the Light from the Dark.
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I can stretch my heart
like taffy dough
and try to reach yours by extension.
but will have in the stretching it will become
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In her way she encircled him
told him in their talk the night before
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Love's blind touch gropes in our dark
and I hear you giggle
reveling in the hide and seek
in your cape of satin sheets
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