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Paper Kiss, Paper Moon
Do you remember a clearer water?
Paled sea, horizon’s band. The sound
The moon we drove after. Through mist,
Sun. Remember, the northern route,
Then going down south—warming hands
Between the legs. Places toss and mumble,
One, the next, my breath against your face.
Seasons snow in around you as large cities,
Steep towns—are recorded sonatas,
Opaque ones everyone knows. Remember,
That southern route—rain’s rhythmic
Wash against car glass. And wanting words—
The drowning sense, in the chest.
Wood instruments vibrating betrayal,
Betrothal, in tide, there a rowboat, anchored
While the light. Tensed in frost, its canvas
Cracks, a boy pulling lacquered chords too hard.
The horizon moves. He or heat—hard to say.
One day fog, another, rain. A trip up or down
The coast. A radio, in evening, left on.
Paled sea, horizon’s band. The sound
The moon we drove after. Through mist,
Sun. Remember, the northern route,
Then going down south—warming hands
Between the legs. Places toss and mumble,
One, the next, my breath against your face.
Seasons snow in around you as large cities,
Steep towns—are recorded sonatas,
Opaque ones everyone knows. Remember,
That southern route—rain’s rhythmic
Wash against car glass. And wanting words—
The drowning sense, in the chest.
Wood instruments vibrating betrayal,
Betrothal, in tide, there a rowboat, anchored
While the light. Tensed in frost, its canvas
Cracks, a boy pulling lacquered chords too hard.
The horizon moves. He or heat—hard to say.
One day fog, another, rain. A trip up or down
The coast. A radio, in evening, left on.
Posted 04/27/11
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