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Pour the sunlight in a flask
and keep some back for me.
She brings bright things
thicker than the mist,
caught in fragrant sheets.
Perforate the calico
locked inside a hoop
shafts of light
illuminate the night,
sleeping chickens in a coup.
A scatter graph on freckled skin
around a holy ghost
pressing softly,
persimmon gone ripe.
A celebratory toast.
We kiss
in the bus station hall,
in neon red writ on the wall
'the moon's made of honeydew,
protect us all'.
Liquid silver 'round yer heels,
an interstellar shift,
Stepping gentle,
goose eggs in a nest:
a continental drift.
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Estuary Song
02:12
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Cuckoo chiming
time into the ether
when you and I have
gone alone
chasing landheads,
wine upon our breath
with bonfire smoke
astride our clothes.
Moorhen, mallard,
small and sweetly feathered,
Maenporth to
Gyllngvase.
Milk and honey,
pray tell can you remember
the estuary
on New Years Day?
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Sluice
03:49
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Lighting smoke
a pin to poke
a hole through me
on a soupy moon.
An eidolon
to build upon
a forming cloud
on a statue smooth
and we were sluiced,
sleeping drunk as death.
Curling bodies,
'round a form of breath.
The snowstorm came
a funny frame
to fall around,
and a silly swoon.
Bristling
with angel wings
her gooseflesh skin,
Emma kicks the loom.
We were sluiced,
sleeping drunk as death.
Curling bodies
'round a form of breath.
We were sluiced,
sleeping drunk as death.
Emma kicks the loom
on the warp and weft.
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