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cocoon.
Originally uploaded by Atomic Citrocity

the horizon's rim -
chipped china cup, tiny nick.
sipping lip there leaving no
less than the blood red sunset
slowed down to heaven-speed.

dizzied
by thirst. only water
will do. want may conform to etiquette,
but not need and you are
no longer and you are lost
with the light past that line across
earth, across water - out there
somewhere where the wind
dies. tied down, horizonal,
emptied harness for light.

this, a soon-calmed fight of wilderness
in me. my silence brandished
in the vanishing of weapons
that the air once struggled between us -
spun webs between us - i caught
only myself. casting out careful glances,
full to the rim, full
of gentle posture. only vague
fantasies about moisture our skin
might create, close and sated.

heavy paintbrush.
poised moment - only one.
one above the clean canvas.
there. just there, the sweetest
memory i have for us.
a memory invented
free of decorum,
full of thirst.