INNERMOST BEING

where to put my eyes?

if everything i see is you.

gentle sketches on the page,

forms of a pair of mountain dwellers

snowed into a log cabin today

surrounding me with arms tomorrow

hover hold my shoulders, my middle back

on a red carpet 

a golden texture on the air

remember the sharp espresso in the white mornings?

now it's hushed loud night in dallas,

and a trinity at the center of the frame.

gold and gold and cascading red.

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