©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 away this big empty an endless sky then falling wishing my mouth had taken up apples consumed as offered those cards lie scattered blades dipped in grails and coins tossed to winds and me, there hanging waiting for the world to begin
Always searching, always waiting…
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