Thursday, June 12, 2014

Exodus 35: In Writing

Breath deep
In the cessation of doing
The pulse of being
clasps your heart
clench and release
a river of crimson
blue entwined

Bring the found
the stumbled
gold-shot dreams
in tangled limbs
Let me offer my heart

Do not free the fire
to rip down the ways
let it flicker in the spaces between
Carried on your heart
exhaled on your breath
A swirl of cobalt sky

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