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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

plays

 

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