Within the Outlines
Perhaps the interior needed tracing
Once her heart opened,
and found me inside
Her lips became a part of me
Mouth to mouth
Heart to heart
In a moment of time
When the world knew her name
Perhaps it was a Paper Mache dream-
as the ribbons in her flowing hair
wrapped around my mind, and spoke
softly of directions that would be traversed-
over and over until the patterns were
thoroughly traced,
and imbedded forever
Oh familiarity, you bleed with precious memory;
when once I scaled the highest peak
Bring back the sun to share this grief,
for this night prevails upon a distraught mind-
filled with broken stars and chardonay
By Bubby
© 2011 Bubby
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