One hundred crows land on the roof
Keepers of time lost
Trapped in concrete
On the third floor
Where the green and yellows failed me
Where home was stripped and stolen
I cried as if my body found my soul
Wall to wall de-escalation
One black leg
And the lingering mix of decay and growth
This is how it tends to be
A paper trail of hints and clues
Candy pellets on the forest floor
Leave me alone
Find me
I miss her
But I am glad she is not here
I hope she is safe
Wrapped up in the red bed
Guarding our dreams
Our being
Keeping the queen at bay
The powder rests subtle on my palate
Foul and festering
Beautiful and toasty
Home
Where everything old feels fresh as rain and falling petals
The gentle beat of two souls yielding
One sex
One mind
One being
This is the seventh day
There seems to be no hope
Except that which we left behind in candles.
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Just a quick note -- this comes from my hospital room...unfortunately j is away from her desk and red bed at the moment...hopefully not for as long as last year...apologies if i don't get back to your replies and posts..as always i appreciate your visits...thank you... j
