©2022 Michael Raven

drawing cards
of forgotten faces
cups spill
a floodland awash

kissing under covers
we pretended
the world away
fading ourselves to
summer isles
an ocean and more

this big empty
an endless sky
then falling
wishing my mouth
had taken up apples
as offered

those cards lie scattered
blades dipped in grails
and coins tossed to winds
and me, there
waiting for the world
to begin

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