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I want love
that breathes with the wind
I want an anklet of stars
a necklace of moonglow
I do not wish
to see exotic lands
I want to travel together
to the places we are afraid to go
I do not wish
to swim
in beautiful oceans
I want to dissolve into salt
in your arms
I do not wish
to wear the things
other women can not afford
I want to wear the robe
you wore before me
I do not wish you to say
you're beautiful, I love you
instead just let me hear your breath
and I will know
you are saying
I am you

The slush of grass
the coarse, unending
croak of tree frogs
are the only cracks
in the bottle of silence
that surround this new world
and only the city lights
can mist
it's candy-coated glass
I know my reasons
for the hypnosis
yet she,
small and dark and vulnerable
painted against the sky
is taken too
damning my curiosity
I listen
so hard
that silence
becomes a thing itself
and finally they appear
the shadow children
creeping
leaping
crawling
gasping
gaping
on tiny feet
with tiny wings
with ears that point
and eyes that flare
rushing into a circle
dancing with vibrant light
and they fling forth
my barrier
and I realize
her enchantment
for she too
is a shadow child