Too Far for Daylight and Too Near for Sleep
He likes to watch
from an unlit window
as she wanders
through the garden.
Wrapped in a gown
of glass.
Hoping to attract
a shadow.
With shoulders
strong enough to carry her
into paradise.
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Waving Tarnished Rhinestones
She cuts the darkness
with the curve of her hip
and a second skin
crusted with fallen stars.
But even as she turns,
weaving
in and out
of an atmosphere she created,
she is constantly aware
of the glass circle
hovering just beyond her eyes.
That forgotten form.
A faceless mirror.
Is the only surface
blank enough
to remain.
Open.
And uncut.
By her smile.
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