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Kiss Me This Cry


Our dream left

through a crack in her smile

she could see I was empty

we both were for awhile


much was said

little was heard

the space between us

strangling each word


hands of time

like fists in a face

punch minutes to months

add weight to this place


arms hang

hands fold

stuffed in pockets

of knots and old


keys for turning and leaving



and somewhere a fiddle



evening in her eye

hold me this dance

kiss me this cry


while the mandolin asks

these last small hours

to uncross our stars

before we’re eaten by flowers