rose around my feet like waters on the street
climbed my dress with feverish scent
pulled my hair just to show
the hour was not mine, i let go.
clear as night leans into stars
between sleeves, rung a line of tongue
i strung to tether the thought with bow and arrow
please take your time
for morning
mist and afternoon silence
follow me into the night of day
weathering a thirst for today.
the mind body
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