Valentine Cinnamon Poems

The coolness of night fell in sheets;
revealing a ballet of pleats
of citrus-coloured light.
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There is a child who dreams of stars;
his breath, marred by countless scars
rattles in his fair chest.
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Nothing's sacred if not your name
a symphony of pride and pain
A part of your ancestors ingrained
In your personal honorific.
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On a clear night such as this
a maiden and gentleman sharing a kiss
see nothing but a brilliant future.
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Twisted paths and rippling earth,
packed-dirt roads run off to dearth
travelers wander, heat sears skin, water boils from within
canteens of thick, waxed leather.
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