Stefanie Fontker Poems

It is my own heart
That I wish I could
Eternally sleep in.
For yours is too
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War is her first love,
And death is her mistress. 
Sitting in fire and raping
What few flames dare to burn. 
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On the edge of reason
The final wall scaled,
You look away to gaze
Soundlessly at your
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Close to my heart,
There is an empty space.
Waiting for your return,
So that you may fill it.
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Waiting for winter,
I am here, always here.
But the storm does not
Ever come when asked.
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I have seen you
Soaking through
The deepest grounds
And into tree roots,
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There is a woman,
Shrouded in mystery
That claims much.
To know me, and to love
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She dances with men,
Naked but clothed.
Praising a daughter
That's a wolf dressed
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I doubt I will ever
See blue skies
My weather is grey
And my heart red
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You are a neutron star,
Spinning into darkness
Waiting to explode
Holding onto space for
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