Blue Music Dream

Harvest

When we were young

we harvested

Inflections
off the mangled bodies of flowers,

listened to other languages
and laughed: they
could not hurt us.

We lived in trenches of
darkness, and
loved halfway.

O god we hurt like true
romantics, in costume.

we touched the bodies of older women

thinking we were touching God.

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