a little tattered
round the edges
from love’s ordeal
she’s an angel
with a broken wing


2 thoughts on “Tender

  1. as irises shine

    beaded drops of rainbows
    thunder the dark
    in petal clocks
    this is where
    Electra gave birth
    to the wind and
    spoke of the tides
    as if they were flowers
    that begin to end
    to begin again
    what time is for skin
    gravity is for souls
    and noses that know
    hold the camera
    still enough
    to paint
    what each truth
    can hold

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