dancing on the web/

©2021 Michael Raven

consulting the bones
in my winter home
etching out night
turned green
we smile and nod and
pretend to be
other than the same ol' thing

tap out ash pipes
question the web
tangle tease the ghosts tonight
tangle the tease of needs
i twist the threads taut
press fingers though
spaces unseen
spirit sings through fingertips
spirit flows through me

slip me on
danse danse danse
me in the moonlight
i winter bones you see
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winter lights/

©2021 Michael Raven

waiting for the skies
to turn green and
the snowscaped kiss
lips on the tortoise shell
nights in winter
chill cold winds flow
tonight, i am eskimo
stone ice tombstones
stone ice river floe
like diamonds for hands 
glittershine on --

hunt with me these
hollow bone scree
scrimshaw me my
winter bones etched we
wrapped in starcast night
you shook your head at me
never... never... never seem

cold wind blows through
my head, driven like
snow feather light wight
scrimshaw knifed on aging
clippers run aground
turquoise eyes and
granite hue
stars all showerfall
from your dream
dance on my naked flesh
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