these steps are the last the
blue stone gloms to the
shoe holding a firm
hope a heart
beating out the spring like a
step, a sun filed with a
shyness that is
not there, the words that
are the rays of the sun
pierce each smallness of earth
and burn in to
the core some how
to bleed the green juniper
the red carnation out
and then our skin roars
under its violence
which is love confused and
brutal, but love like no other.
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