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December

In cold that scours me clean from lung to cheek,
December is the amber hasp of memories,
This cyclic slant of sweet leavened shadow,
Carries you from atavistic djinn of breath,
White and wanton,
This steam engine,
That shakes loose icy stalactites,
At first sly glance of dawn,
My vibrating sonar of your heart,
Fingers in your hair,
Pointing to the ardor of my waiting doorstep.

Step onto my palm,
Spirit in your tube socks,
Rockabilly rumbling round the Bluetooth cork,
In your ear.

You are everything they omit in their Bible,
Squabbling over pulpit calculus,
Forgetting the aether Ganges,
Flowing down the solemn steppes in your eyes.

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December
By
Daniel Christensen
Written by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
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