[white aspens]
blue wood panelling —
raw friction, soft hands,
and sunlight
peering through
white silk curtains.
what rain does not exhibit —
loving in logic,
car lights blinking brighter
through the underpass,
momentary darkness.
daylight rears up —
fully loaded,
knees so prepared
for bloodshed,
such white noise.
so the sea breaks continents —
stay furious at the stern,
calling lovers
to kiss whitecaps
like godless mouths.
and who will remain —
star-struck, hardly daring
to give names to heartaches,
whispering intentions
to white aspens.
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