Youthful Bones

May 12, 2011
Perhaps only the eagles take notice,
but something strange and wonderful happens
when light enters a dark space:
Adolescent sleep.
Daring. Defiant. Free.
The unmaking of shells and skeletons.
A desire to be closer to death.
Eternal ice, sweetly surrendering to Arctic dreams, drifting in static.

Her little secret profane brain,
screaming, swearing, crying, praying,
and then getting back to work.
City sleek flushed cheeks.
Purely flawless glossy red lips.
The colour of introversion.
Seduction with a cause.
She's waiting for the swans.

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