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bex box : poetry : here is forever
30 droplets
the sun is peaking peach
star bursting with anticipation
swelling ( in between ) swells

imploding/exploding,
ripping georgia wide open &
come with me, boy
here is forever. tucked
between this moment and the last
like posies in the hip pocket,
like dandelions under the breast

like me looking at you
with handfuls of forgiveness and
two mason jars to collect what is left.

touch here, boy. let's make poetry out of good things,
slip immortality between our thighs, rub eyelashes &
speak fluttery syllables as daylight re-enters the womb.

look, here is a moment. let's tangle ourselves in it,
weave around and through the knee-caps,
till we are all gussied up in figure eights of now.
hold on boy. hold on here. in this place, hard.
trees & ditches are burning, we are all dizzy mad with love.
the sky is splitting. the moon is cackling &







(   silence   )







tomorrow is all together a different world.