~tilting the axis
i.
my body remembers
assuming
there is intimacy
in a reticent sky
how it sounds like
the blues
noted &
gold-leafed
some song of drunkenness
tequila-infused in a flattened
C major
ii.
twenty-eight suns have
surrendered to february
crossed over the equivalent center
since we began to equate
the dynamic in counting clouds
like doves
& wedded bliss
an old moon
once perfectly round
has split in half
held in place by the grace
of gravity
cradled by persuasive darkness
iii.
secrets of light seduce
without warning
time holds beneath dew
gathers on bones of morning
finds the soft edge, a hushed meadow
deer bedded in ragweed
& prayers
where uneasy air startles
these drowsy fawns
muscle to flesh, reducing the reach
that space between mother
& child
the doe knows
wind is made of intuition
iv.
rearrange memories
cleave the chest
acres of eyes
will dampen the stones
rattle stars in a nightsky
a small voice
a thousand wings
fluttering
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