I wonder
if I am being missed
when you watch the waves
waltzing away
beneath the evening sky.

Dragon Rose

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Do you know the lore of the crimson rose and the thorns?
The thorns resented the glory of the rose and the curses that came their way.
It grew and turned them insane.
In a moment of madness they gored her petals over and over until her flesh bled out red.
The thorns didn’t know that even then she would be beautiful and she would be reborn as a dragon rose with white stripes, a souvenir of the scars left by the thorns.

Heart on the Clothline

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I saw your heart
billowing on the clothline
where you hung it out to dry,
while your soul left
for forty days of fasting in the desert.
Through your now clear
and transparent husk
I could see
you have marked the place
where you would
put them back—
right next to your wounds.