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Aubade
What happens now beautiful?
You’ll write poems all day.
About your blue eyes.
I don’t have blue eyes.
Do rabbits get lost
in the snow? A woman dances
the piano lid closed.
Because they’re white.
All eyes are white
when terrified looking
up at the sky. The painting
of the desert like passing
lullabies or coldest night.
Half the day you’ll give
them the day then half
the day take it away.
I like when you roll over
and stroke my hair like
you’re mine, your mind
draped with rising kites.
Tonight light will come
through the blinds they sigh.
You’ll write poems all day.
About your blue eyes.
I don’t have blue eyes.
Do rabbits get lost
in the snow? A woman dances
the piano lid closed.
Because they’re white.
All eyes are white
when terrified looking
up at the sky. The painting
of the desert like passing
lullabies or coldest night.
Half the day you’ll give
them the day then half
the day take it away.
I like when you roll over
and stroke my hair like
you’re mine, your mind
draped with rising kites.
Tonight light will come
through the blinds they sigh.
Posted 08/06/10
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Thank you!
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07/20/11 8:19pm
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Good stuff, Devin.
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07/18/11 10:01pm
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