Leave me a trail of her lonely evenings
cleft between the drowse of parted lips
in a husky song she dares not hum
not to herself nor to the west wind that strums
the arrival of a new leaf curled in the space
between her toes, cracks of sheer light trace
an all-too-familiar restlessness droning
hums of cicadas out of skin pining
for the last of summer’s sweet nectar
dew-frosted into the lap of a long winter
Wearing a muslin dress
she comes up for air again
filling the hollows stitched between loose hems
The tug between being enough and never-enough ripping
a camisole of silence she always wore within.
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