dolan murphy

Rookie (carolinas)

Seasons Roll - Poem by dolan murphy

in this broken morning with its dry harbor
winter has frowned with stone mouth
cold wind blowing on this thirty fourth season
the burning in my eyes
struck with the fury of a thousand hurricanes
how can a heart weep, how could i have allowed it
how do ashes follow shadows
black night and its darkened blood
an unattended trail will grow thick again
drunken moon will fill my veins
please let me see this woman playing amongst the stars
maybe not
with this alloy of earth and flesh
spring will always live in her thighs
the sun will always be in your skin
my blood will always rush
i love the smell of rain
i love how it wets your skin

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 11, 2010

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