You have a certain
Bubblegum nailpolish dandelion stem aspect
About you, a hint of the wind and white
Of tomorrow night in every shift of glance;
With every focus switch there falls again
Another drift of snow over your each surprised swallow.
Your next boxy flick of the apple juice tongue
Nestles sharp against the inky edge of delusion;
Tempted into dreaming a palm's incoherent fantasy,
You stand like you sit, dwindling through millenia
Drawn like a moth to the water of salvation,
Wings wet, eyes sour, your shoulders cold.
This is the dawn of dearth for you
Your private sun bronzing silent coastal curves
Ankles dancing to replace the pale blue space of yesterday,
You trip like chocolate into today's bucket of rain
One arm caught in the ivy net of self-protection
Before your every clock begins to chime Cinderella.
6/18/08
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