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butterfly nets

butterfly nets
billow in the wind
like sails of ships

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Haunting eyes.
Look at me
From black and white.
Like burning stars,
Like raging seas
(From the distance of the moon.)

I behold you.
I feel you.
Wide-eyed staring:
hopefully,
terrified…

You long to be seen
While you’re dying to hide.

Snow

whiteness
lightness
silvery
pearliness
frosty
canescence
milky
lactescence
chalky
argentine
ivory
alabastrine

blanc de fard
blanc de chine

snow.

hands that hurt me…

Hands that hurt me
I would take you in my own
If I could
And I would lead you, lead you home
I really would.
And I would rub away the headaches
And I would soothe the throbbing fear
And I would suck that selfish poison
From your blood
and spit it on the ground
And help you, help you leave it there.
And I would drag you to tomorrow
And I would beg you – feed your soul!
And with these fingers piece by piece
I’d piece you – till you were healed and whole.
Oh, dear and undone hands that nearly broke me
I would have helped till I did break.
But happiness, heaven, wholeness, and healing –
That is your choice to make.

Bells of a modern age

iTunes in her handbag
YouTube on her phone
And she will have music
Wherever she goes.

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Antidote

Are you the pleasant antidote
To all these words?

Injustice

It isn’t punishment
I hate.
A just punishment
I will gladly take.

It’s the injustice
It’s the lies
That creep under my skin
And burn like ice.