unblemished
by remorse
or failure
in the flesh,
your essence
intoxicates the air
in the light of the moon
at midnight,
defiant of
the melting hours
slipping past
my grasp.
my vacant ears
need to live
with lyrics of
a moment,
your breath, and
the crickets chirr
behind the cabin
painted in black
near
my mind,
inside
your heart.
Helena Malheur 2010
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