Dec 25 13

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The hummingbirds are still whirring

their wings to that coronal metronome.

Sending shivers through the shrapnel

in an intrinsic trance

with each wink.

Thank God you've found a use 

for all that room,

I haven't filled the other lung in ages-

you pull the breath right away.

My heart has been beating 

so heavy in my chest,

it's coroding yours a new place

next  to mine; you are my clean slate.

I will never rise

from the ash

your candle flame insides left-

You are setting me on fire.

And I promise you'll never catch me

reaching for water:

I want to burn up inside you

and spread the remenants on my forehead

like everyday is before Easter.

Home is where the heart is

and I need you so much nearer;

leave the stove on all day.

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