You said darling take care
this hood and cape won't protect you long
but you look quite tall in red.
You offered fresh cut flowers
I, drawn to the skeleton trees
growing in the lake.
Off the track
I'd see wolves
in soft wool
unravelling
with a glaring bite
and eyes of night
that catch me
long past bed time,
muddying my riding hood.
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I remember. I wanted this
Matchstick
Around. Beautiful
cracking bones and
blister touch,
the fanatically restrained
hardly breathing
mostly beating
on their own.
Fire dance in circle
praise at off hours
Sits them silent
and wordy
heads round-a-bout
unrested
above their frame.
Toy wooden ballerinas
pointed to turn,
poised to flame.
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