When the Frame is Broken

September 30, 2008

an infinitesimal difference
two shades of blue -

might have been the definition of
brush bristles
sweet/sharp/silk/soft. sin

as i contemplate her
mind's sky, eye's sky.

one forever hand, breath as bosom
painful, glorious blue. i might
stand here until time turns

churns her gut, ..
pull us both out/into dark, oblivion

full blue.
will not mock me
stuttering like a donkey
at her face

my whisper of existence. a grain of sand -
that fell to a sea. marinating, a smothered charcoal
different blue, pursed blue, cursed blue

might wrap me
in bigness. if i can keep my

toes here, touching soul and white
leaving my shoelaces one sordid. homeless.

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