Two Calla Lilies on pink
pink that never ends
just falls like grace, like manna, like the moment
of a swollen
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berry falling to grass, this
grass that is sweet and green
beyond the hills, beyond your name or mine, can
stiff yellow rods
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stand apart but know the way
I fall from your lips
in pools of delicate rain, the sound of your mouth
on my heart, this
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silk wrapped in August rain, yes
Calla Lilies pressing
so tight their breath cannot escape petals
curving only
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one line, straight lines have lost,
it is bending that curves in
and out so sometimes we forget where you end,
and I begin.
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