

blankThe things that come out in the night are dark, reaching up through your toes in the soft moist climbing your limbs, flicking your thighs with their heated tongues,blank
your cheeks in their rough palms.
The things that come out in the night are strong, pulling you down to meet them on the cool uneven rocks dig in to your soul with heat and sharp,
warm wet to sooth.
The things that come out in the night are calm, smooth black to blank,
cool breeze to cleanse and dark hard rain to wash away the sin.


Continental DivideI.Continental Divide
This side of the ocean has me That side of the ocean has you This side of the ocean
is empty This side of the ocean is blue
II.
Over the big blue ocean a writer clicks a pen taps his keys and soon the tears begin to stream
down her cheeks as she reads the words that you wrote
He typed your soul she said.


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Broken glass like frozen tulips invade my soft hands. A soft touch, a kiss, and all is well. Hearts emerge and run back, hiding from the daffodils. Yellow was her favorite, his too. We place them, roses, and others on his grave, mud sinking. Below where the shells are soft and worn from the sand, I reach. Leaping back from the green underbelly of the sea, I laugh. Deep in the belly like the hole I used to poke, making him squeal.
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