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Nothing is a Dream



Nothing is a dream

he realized

Her shadow has substance

I kissed her black hands


She flinched

Tried to conceal the sting

of skin on skin

Bright hard eyes like rock candy

hollow suddenly


Her fingers fool her into revealing

in movement

what her words will not

The scars in her eyes


in a blaze of blue


Distracted by her hips

he collided

without sound

into her mouth

Almost liquid

She pulled history into her


He tried to imagine her as a bird

Woke up in sunlight





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