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this love |
this love is new as the frozen grass
on a clear morning
the dew still slumbers and
the roots yawn
in this cold december my heart lies
in a box with truthful apples
i hope your dream was like mine
in a world
that gives god amnesia,
we can still waken and see love
with seedy eyes
remembering these moments,
with you
pizza for breakfast and
your fleshy bone inside of me
the bitter taste of night wraps
its ragged chill around me
i fold our memories in a hopeful chest,
love is always a grey quilt
we stand still in winter's perfection,
stillborn during summer -
love grows that way
copyright 2007
Amanda
Boschetto |
