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Sunset Nymphs
Remove that yellow dress of day
that sun-thief that leaves dusk in its wake
Wear now, this orange gown of sunset
My eyes do well in the untamed of night
I gift myself to you
in dark purple
as I unwrap from the bedsheet.
But, in these mornings;
I know I'm too thin for a tight shirt
Even a fast-food straw has more room
in its throwaway wrapper
But I wear the shirt anyway
It is a compress bandage
-I thought I felt my ribs crack
last night
when my heart doubled in size
Because it really dawned on me
how much you mean to me
and I could only take so much
of the being overwhelmed
How you stripped away
my self imposed limitations
Kissing my chest, and
absorbing the rabid beating
that's breaking my ribs
Telling me to let it go
As I wound myself
upon your lips
Maybe my heart only bruised
pushing against my ribs like it did
But it was a glorious hurt
I felt it straining to be released
-Rupture?
I didn't care, I was all about sacrifice
in those moments
When we met each other's "Finally"
face to face
and all the what now's fell into place
As natural as a leaning tree
placing its dipping branches
into a shimmering river current
And now both glisten together
Both share, what it feels like
without words
When your eyes widened
and any fears flew out
like bats from a cave, at dusk
Like the shoring waves
coming in, going out
with our sunrise at midnight
Not possible
We weren't
Yet
we are
And next day wounds barely bother us;
It's been awhile. Me too.
My lower back is begging no more
and
damn all your clenching
and you swearing you weren't clenching
So I add that to the list of blessings.
Maybe someday I will have a small stack
of your negatives;
Your impulse for ugly dogs
(That I secretly share)
We'll never have a pretty dog
But we'll remind it
where it came from, so
it will make good choices
As it chases
the birds in the yard anyway
Even their bickering will sound charming
as we clink our coffee cups
good morning
As I shift my weight
because still, my lower back
I'm still learning how
to be an animal trainer
-Not the dog
The leopard in my bed
As you tell me
no need for a shirt
It should be healed by now
And no, it isn't, at all
because I fall in love with you
every day
My heart adapts
to these growing pains
-How more alive I am
with every beating
As you lift my shirt, and say
let me see.
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