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one really tiny step above a poseur
hotel california
someone is tossing petals in a stream somewhere someone is standing at the foothills of their dreams antje duvekot – “merry go round” this last luxe night in santa barbara – raced all day from shower to meeting from web portal to grandson’s college to ojai and carne asada, past beaches and breakers once,…
Tortured, Tangled
It isn’t possible to know someone better than this Every inch of skin Bulge of flesh Fold crease tuck under my fingertips as familiar as my own soft leather The words he speaks hit my ears like fingers on piano keys and if he hesitates the next note or two plays while he thinks…
A Poem for My Valentine: Love in Letters
You’re the anchor on my Zodiac The granite beneath my sand I’m the tip of your tongue You’re the warmth of my hand I’m the barnacle to your rock The nacre in your crusted shell If you’re decades, I’m an hour I tick seconds to your tolling bell You count…