January 6, 2010
i want to taste the
melting snowflakes fell
from feathered grace
of waxy angels wings
another kind of glory

i want to feel the way that
fever bright eyed halo
slipped around your throat
a way to anchor me
a flame-cast glowing

i want to be the way the
air you breathe turns
red with june and fades
with time
the way that every
hour spent in transit
is one less of mine

i want to see the way you speak
and what you dream
on new years eve
the way that i could sometimes
be your monday morning

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