Dragonflies and Flesh

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The sun is the
moon
tonight.
Daughter of all stars.

A blue clearing pervades the sky,
taking names
(persuading even
the bottom of these clear blue lakes)

We’re covered with mist, my dear.
We’ve covered in kisses.
This is the moment—
this is the moment
the door swings open.

We can finally finally sing.

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Peace

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Peace
in a cup of tea.
Peace
in a plate of olives.

Practice words
or silence.

Either way,
to melt,
to melt,
can be yours…the unblinking reality
of ecstasy at dawn.

Loves, let’s herald the morning;

let’s bow with a mouthful of bread.