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crow
Deep set stone steps flicker with the light Of swaying tree branches and city swept Leaves. Brown and red, sticking in crannies and gutters and Slick from the morning mist, these autumn fingers and hands Find their grip against closed shop doors. Those little scratching feet leave their mark Like animal-shaped shadows As their voices lift and shriek into the air.
geometric
Trailing fingertips Find fine lines and smooth shapes Against warming skin. Slow breaths punctuate the air Until a curve is struck, Releasing a gasp And a mouthful of words And teeth and Sound and Silence
welfare
Tendrils and spinning webs find their home in crooks and crevices In the hard rock And crushed sea shells. You reach out your hand - I find your fingers, navigating the Ground below.
claims
It's that hard slam against shoulder, Side, elbow, as you collide Setting off a vibration that travels from Your toes to the tips of your fingers That leaves you breathless. It's that dizzying feeling down South-East-West-oh-God and You're stuck with the shakes And his name on your tongue As he claims your lips.
husband
Mary leans over the pot of boiling water, prodding the pasta with a fork. The steam sticks to her face, and clings to her eyelashes. When the front door creaks open, only then does she turn away from the meal. His broad shoulders are framed by the kitchen door, suitcase at his side. A smile breaks out across her face, as the water overflows from the pot and sizzles on the hot plate.
murder
You're like a storm -- Lightning eyes, and rough cheeks Soft sweep of lips And a golden glow that peeks out Between jeans and shirt. It's this constant fight To keep my fingers to myself And your lazy smile Leaves the fastest beat, Squeezing the air from my lungs With a suppressed gasp. A stutter. I'm drowning and hoping.
systems
You rip it from me -- Your fingers grasping I can hardly believe it. Like cables snapping, I short circuit and shut down. Slow, contemplated, You break me down, Leaving me breathless With only the quick skip Of my heart.
features
Lips, tongue, mouth Fall against my own In a furious tug of war Eyes, hair, skin - Soft - and I can feel you talking Through your fingertips And the vibration of your body Against mine. Trailing sparks over your arms, You shiver and gasp In a goodbye, In a surrender I'll never forget.
swell
Like insurgents running from the shore Chasing and panting, It slides and captures. Cunning and Crazed, it grabs onto boots And flying limbs, Itching to pull them under. Icy fingers twitch, beckoning them closer, To show them the green and slippery Graves below.
visitor
Seconds pass; Slow and calculated Shadows drift and settle On stone walls, and walkways. But with each city beat Footsteps follow; Calm, rushed, frenzied - A confusion of sound Falling to a dull rhythm Of the cement heart.
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