left handed
suffocating snow
light extinguished all over the world
brightness falls
from your sloped shoulders
runs along the curve of your hip
placing my hand in the crescent
under your skin the moon is alive
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Nice, neat little poem with lots of fireworks in the attic.
amanda, i thank you--
darryl price! so good to hear from you, man--
so long we been here, eh?
Love the last line. *