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The soughing of these bones

 
If he was
a stoplight voodoo
chocolate, coffee, autumn  
squeezing summer
from his pores    
a word babe
swanky forget-me-not
-original    
a bohemian night
trail blazing
my archives
 
 If he was
anything
born of ocean thoughts    
a sea-star
crystal galaxy
angel fish    
a moonstone pool
of new beginnings    
the shift in my
battle wrought soul  
 
If he    
bewitched the
silk spun threads
of my existence      
murmured ritualistic
dulcet tones
into my nape    
spell cast
into my chest
lungs
sleep    
without
breaking
my seams
silencing
my stomach brain
 
I would relent  

perhaps
Written by Magdalena (Spartalena)
Published
Author's Note
This is one from the archives that was missing something, so, I put it away, and have now made a few edits.
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