I will watch you write
Insomnia-inspired love songs
And review your words
With wounded eyes,
Trying my best to
Disbelieve and judge you.
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The choke-chalk of grinding teeth
Wakes me from panic-dreams
In pools of nightsweats,
Reminding me of my frantic pace
In this disturbing dependence
On all things ethereally,
Uncomfortably you.
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A cornbread smile and overall bibs
Rim picture frames filled
With Friday afternoon memories
And summer evening breeze-breaths.
Your watermelon hair
And friend chicken cheeks
Glisten with youth-grease
And I charcoal sear you into me
In that glazed perfection,
Contained and remembered
As you are and were:
Never fully cosmic,
But rurally beautiful.
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