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Sometimes
jenakajoffer

we tumble in the winter-drift,
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our kiss choked by an unloosed scarf
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as we collide into the ocean.
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sometimes you wreck your teeth against me,
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snatch away my backwash
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and drag me from the undertow.
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and when the ache in the weather subsides,
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you make me rain, a lithe lick of flame
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fishing for the root in your thighs.
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sometimes we spend a drunk poem under the starlight
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until all our ink runs together, your lips
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dressed orange under sunset
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our lungs full of lust and bees
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as our mouths unfurl in the heat
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like an opening rose.
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but sometimes I find myself here in this ghost garden,
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caught in a lash of brambles trying to swallow
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all my sadness.
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and I can see you, sipping your thimbleful of wine
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slumped behind the skin of your canvas,
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but I cannot kiss you, and I cannot hold you
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because you are dead.
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29 Jun 18

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love it esp ghost garden with brambles
 — rivergood

I do enjoy writing about my muses. how they come and go. what face they wear any given season.
thanks for reading :)
 — jenakajoffer

Cats are great muses.  They are so empathic
 — Rossant

cats? i've never had a cat muse.  but yeah i know you do :)
 — jenakajoffer

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