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Fragments Of A Comet That Showered Us With Snow

by Tom Goss

Tilt fainted-hearted cliff wanderer,
jaw agape, your pockmarked skull,
so that her hands will quench your combustible terrain
with the furious flush of familiarity which blooms out
in thunderous canon blasts of kaleidoscopic color
that reawakens wings that you once had

I, here,
among the starlight,
eyes drifting like clouds

I, near,
her whisper in twilight,
ears awake as never before

time is frozen
as I devour her smile
heartbeats are crumbling
as I caress what must be mine

she, my joy,
I, her door,
open, uncluttered
until the end of time

05/21/2015

Author's Note: This is a song: Click Here To Hear it on bandcamp ;)

Posted on 05/21/2015
Copyright © 2024 Tom Goss

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