Ankle deep and these stars
expect you to come by
stomp out their flames
the way each sky
keeps its place in line
-even before there was rain
you needed streams
and slowly through your legs
the heart you have left
lets go these footsteps
shining in water
as if here is the fire
still beating as nights
as hair and lips
and overflowing.
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Bone dry and the wall
pulls this frame closer
held up, evidence
the glass that's missing
once was water -proof
the sea that hid this shell
is just now reaching you
as emptiness, the kind
you can still find in a room
circling the Earth for moonlight
for a place that's safe
though your jaws stay open
make room for a single cliff
gaining on the others
without salt or shoreline.
