nirvana.

it’s cold out but i like it
we pass strangers
tip passing around

snow flakes
promise air
like madonnas

dog smell
like heavens

moon whispers
promises
our bodies
echoe of

she aches
all over, now
yet maybe
that’s o.k

just don’t stay there;

though

she etched
everywhere
pores opened
and closed

our earth

is crumbling

around us…

we ignore

her beauty far too often..

” depend on nobody ” she says

her work
hidden

exquisite

broad shoulders,

right a small scar

soul

tender
these pale

small

hands

how i remember…

they begin to move..

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