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The Lady On The Wall Is Me
What is the purpose of one single cloud?
Not ashes.
Not stone.
Not mostly white.
One cloud—angry or quiet
can not contain
this red woman dancing.
My arms are thrown
exploding in the sky
underfoot and dancing
red deeper in my breast,
my hair,
the curves of my legs.

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Cocoon
A memory
this burning is more than a blush
His hand on my mouth
quieting and inside
crying for more.

Hair pulled and me searching
lips soft to kiss.

Fingertips-no more than a caress.

This body aches to feel
pushes against the confines
of my cocoon,
to bend and fly . . .
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