2009 E-Book Poetry
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Between Christmas and Thanksgiving If It’s One to Ten She’s a Twelve Man and Twelve String Guitar Make History The Way My Sisters’ Children Used to Play Norms, Values and People Who Think They Have the Right to Tell You What to Do |
It's Just a Kiss Away And which witch are you? What blood line do you follow? Did you hang from the gallows? Did you mourn in uncertain sorrow? Thoughts not clear of tomorrow? Did you wear your sister's garter? I met you on a beach in the south. Under a cloudy moon and hard ocean winds we finally got some shelter and hid from your mother - our bodies pressed tight together - Your long red hair and angel mouth I always dreamed of you in the north The hard cool winds blowing from the lake The soft white snow like a dove and our love Moving to the mountains of center county was a gift of the four seasons and corners and race In communion I tasted your nature and didn't waste Hallelujah I'm forgiven and forgotten by your curls But I'll never forget you - But I'll forgive me too All the moments that were magic I had with you All the songs I can sing on angel's wings are due And in one moment it comes from our collided worlds (written 2:50 a.m. november 7, 2008) |
mystrawhat-2009 |