My beautiful, baggy E____,
who tripped over a rainbow and painted her feet,
even as the Moon unfurled her silver
tresses on the weary, breaking sea.
My beautiful, baggy E____,
with eyes of shattered marble, the blues
and greens and browns of Autumn storms bright as
love disturbed the safe knowing of lonely pain.
My beautiful, baggy E____,
whose hands of sculpted snow melt on her lover's
breast, touching and touched relearned in the shy pain
of her significance and his desire.
My beautiful, baggy E____,
dancing with the flowers in a ring of words,
startling her thoughts as the days of her life
burst with the energy of infinite hues.
My beautiful, baggy E____.
My love.
My peace.
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A Wrong Turn
PoetryA collection of poems that chart a relationship from its genesis to its failure and beyond.
