Silver Poetry

there is a wave inside my body

a heated flank

a slow tsunami

pulling upward like tongue

or soul

sliding my notes

taking my wounds….

it follows a soothing

determined path

a pink wash sweeping

a dark pink purpose,

it loosens me

it releases me

I glide like wings

melting floss

becoming

a rush

of

clean

water

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