Monday, August 7

Untitled.

Your eyes take me on a leave of absence
Sometimes to work harder than most
Makes the most of what we have
Black pines against an inky black sky
Along the river grow so high
A saw-whet owl just caught my eye
Then back to your folded body
Inside sheets outside the rain, a dance
We practiced yesterday
The sweetest word candy
Not boyfriend and girlfriend, no

Not friends instead of, no
It's all of those things and more but love
Once labeled they fall from heaven
Lose their magical grace
For now I am here with you and the owls
And black pines cast no shadows
And dark all around us we find light in our hearts
And stand on our own for what we are.

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