The Duality

A healing touch
against the soul
slick balm
brushes soft
to soothe and calm
what was once raw
then
in a savage shift
teeth sink in
to break flesh

bleed for me

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Broken Teeth

Fence posts
like broken teeth
line up in a row
to stagger under
the storm
then try to pretend
all is well
when blue skies
shine once more
but frozen mornings
show cracks
in the wood
and they don’t
stand quite as
straight as before

neither do we

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Only for You

Open wide
splayed
vulnerable
the offer is there
for the taking
delicate bits
exposed
there for
plundering
and exploring
Kneel
and worship

What
are you waiting for?

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Cold Solitude

Crisp air
and color washed
the world
sits frozen
in a dusting of white
so fine
it coats all in sight
and in this world
I miss you most
as it is with
the lack of color
that a feeling
of desolation
slips in to whisper
“You are alone.”

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Courtship Kisses

Light
reaches down
from above
like tendrils
of fingers
skimming across
tree topped
mountains
and trickling
over
low clouds
like the soft brush
of light kisses
against
sensitive flesh

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The Wild Woman

The old lady
comes to market with
curlers in her hair
and granny glasses
perched on the
very tip of her nose
She forgot her teeth
but as you pass
she will still smile
and her face folds
into a wreath
of happy wrinkles
as laughter and warmth
light her up
from within

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