15

Paint my body
like the sky
Fractures of only
the littlest light
Submerge me
In blacks and blues –
successions of
threes and twos
& before me stand,
eyes pinned down,
Hand firm, still,
Sadistic, disappointed, frown.
Fill my soul, spaciously,
siphon the air from it’s
vacancy, and then.

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