Archive for January, 2011

fire stoking

in

the wine

now my heart is red,

a shadow in my hand unfolding.

(azeda booth)

my love goes in and out of me,

(azeda booth)

my love is going.

a room in the turning sheets,

now

a moon in the trees,

a shadow unfolding in my hand,

the light falling on the leaves

and the moon in the tangled trees unfolding.

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