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She Came to You



She came to you

in a tangle of poetry and lush wine

hemmed with smiles


bruised from the travel

where freeway potholes flung thoughts of you

at her eyes

against her bones


she carefully folded herself

into borrowed arms


this was your allocation of time

a delicate language

that spilled into her

and held her against your chest

as you slept in the sky


she made her residence

behind your eyes, crushed beside sadness

so that everywhere you look

reflects moments of her


trying to keep her

is like trying to hold wind


You live in two worlds

stolen beauty, solid love

and leave her

still smiling.




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