From The Feathered Sleep – friendship, perhaps more
There is a Devil in my belly
She calls me on a shiny red telephone
Wrapping the cord around my throat
Exanguinating hope
An angel resides in my heart
Her lot is heavy but she refuses to be submerged
Even as we all spy bruised storm, gathering momentum
Life’s hungry dust bowl howls across my bare feet, thirsty for saving
And you
You write me in posie
And despite the ocean separating us
I feel you clasp me tighter
When I ache, you assuage
When you cry, I collect your tears
To swell the ocean and bring my craft
Over emboldened water
Whenever sickness or sheer twist of living knocks us down
When I fall, you stand
When you falter, I am balance
We’d have made good slapstick act
We capture each the missing half, with fullness
It is the turn of our dial
Sometimes set on hot, sometimes cool
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