ocean spray
windswept hair
lips sweet with bread.
trees crossed tight,
heavy black night,
you were gone too long.
faces fade into walls,
fingers all bones,
woke up sunday best.
i knew it was you,
bird wing, white skull.
it still hangs around.
lazy day
backdoor open
pile of honey on the floor.
like a breath,
you would leave.
catch you, i would try.
when i sleep
its all the same.
it always will be.
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