Thoughts are Stars

Warmth

curled up like a newborn kitten
her warmth lies in my palms,
abandoned strands of silken hair
tie up my consciousness,
a salty perfume,
sweat-soaked deep
into the very core of my bed,
teasingly
fragrants each night,

these thoughts are stars
studded by godly hands
into a distant dark.

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Burden

a stomach is not full
if across the world
hers is empty,
a body is not warm
if she is cold,

love is a burden.

From the collection: "The Story of Living Things" >>

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