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There was a perfectly suited

jezebel

waiting for me in the corner shop

Ready to wire in the sounds

of the new year

However taught the rope between

the past and present,

the defenses of the soul are

wrought with antiquities.

The dreams are the future.

The dealings are with ghosts and

shattered limbs.

The jewels are dying upon the

surface of the snow,

and this was last season.

This was now.

The spring time.

The hands, holding.

Remember me just as I am.

Remember the fall and the dances.

And then, remember the youth

and the music, glowing over the hues.

Remember the plans we had

and the food that touched our tongues,

the flavors crashed upon the surface

of the soul.

We were in contentment,

most of the day.

And in the night,

the light

beamed across your bare legs

which soon were wrapped tight…

I can keep it coming

(and I do)

But today I’ll keep you in

my head

It is real there.

And everywhere.