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Pomegranate Winks
by Whitnee
 

I painted

The skies' cheeks

With pomegranate juice

It bleeds a fusion purple-red

On my palms

And seeping deep

Into my core

Of spread-like oak tree limbs

Tracing

Letters impressed

On your trust

In-between the moment when

Life winks

And

I smile.

Their Skirts

Under the vine of grapes

That curled around

My face

God's breath lingered

On my lips

They say that spirits dance

Two step tangos

Between terraces

After nights of sipping

The wine slow

Celebrating their death

I have never seen them

But on nights

That are alive

So alive

That I can hear heartbeats

In my ears

I sink my body deep

Into the twisted green

Hoping

To feel their

Skirts as they tango by.

Cracking The Sky

We cracked the sky like an egg

Letting the yolk

Run down

Horizons

And off God's sketch pad

He didn't mind too much

Luckily

But we realized that the line

We crossed from reality

To surreal unconscious streams

Could never be walked again

At least by us

We knew too much

I don't think we planned it that way

We wanted to return

But the swirls of our Technicolor dreams

Seemed too close to leave

So we reached

And kept on reaching

 Up Up Up

Running our fingertips on the backside

Of the world's hopes

Down the spine of her ambitions

Settling on timeless faith

Until time had no place in our lives

And al that was known and loved

By us

Forgotten.