Dash of paper moon
and still sweet heart
his image
-flip and refocus-
aligns with your retina
scorches your atria
delves into fantasy
dressup and make believe
paperwhite curtains with daisy
and lace.

I am here in my wintertime wonderland
testing the ice
and then tasting the water beneath
while his sheath
rings a tone of grey steal
and his sword
comes down for the cut.

That blade that now runs through my canvas sky
through my papery Luna
and then through the breast
of the beast with the big purple lips
and the words that flow endlessly through them.



I can almost see you there
with your dolls and your teddy bears
sun through the blinds
slanting out on thin angles
to slice through your teacups
and koolaid filled kettles
and dreaming the while
of some valiant hero
to save you
from life's greatest dragon.

So twist not the brine
from those auburn eyelashes.

Shimmer

shift

first dim,

then adazzle!

The cold rushes in
and the sky,
oh that lovely and painted through sky,
Implodes open.

Inch by inch
I dissolve
with a fiery breath.

12/15/2004

Posted on 12/16/2004
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