A body more comfortable in the dark is a starI start the journey alone,
waiting in the mouth of the giant
on the tip of the butterfly’s tongue.
Sounds drop off the trees
and rot in the night air.
My fingertips detonate mutely.
I tear at the sheets with my lips, my teeth
and worry the stones apart.
All the trees in all the world
could not put this summer back together.
Forgot to say you are the water too.
Try to see what you see. Leaning
over the balcony I surprise the Southern Cross
and a wispy cloud in the shape of a ghost
with two tiny stars for eyes.
To rest on the altar made of water.
The seaweed just dances.
Not all secrets are the same
not all secrets are for everyone.
Mustn’t forget again.
The mountain came over the sea
with a suitcase of stars,
a hat made of clouds,
the river wrapped around her dripping shoulders
for years our tears were indistinguishable,
I caught you smoking you caught me ignoring you.
Poetry by Ann
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Written on 2018-01-19 at 06:03
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