I need you to leave me
I need to feel the dust
The distance
Willfully, mecifully placed
Between your spinning heel
And my most witless heart
As I, with abandon
Am unable to abandon
You
To save me
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The natural
Not phased and not afraid
To return again and again
From whence you came
With all Godspeed
As if you don’t mind the taste of dust at all
Backwater Girl
Do not dare
Do not dare
Dream anymore of them
Damned mirrored-blue windows
Dusted with Universe soul
Done gone now
Done never were
Craven
I named him
Conqueror
Last Summer it was
When I was golden
Tan
My intuition covered, buried it seems
In Moab red
There still remains ink
And no end to it in sight
So he shall walk on
The same dust
I tread through
Find my god-willed voice soft, sweet
In Alaska blue
The Vast
Each day at dawn
May I pour your tea
With increasingly steady hand
Deliver it to you
Standing
There
If I reach up
With fingertip brush the silvery dust of your crown
To my temple
Smooth
Then
Will you bid me back tomorrow
Otherdust
The caravan lurched to a halt
We fling open the door to the night
And laugh looking back
Veils whipping in the warm quiet
Lock-step, foreheads forward
Through sand and scorpion
Drawn, we touch
The star-dusted moment in space
Where you tore time
Dusty
Curiosity is for others I knew
Curious I opened you
Crossed-out were all the meanings
Rewritten in red were the right ones you wrote
Green arrows referencing citatations to other languages
Not spoken before
Pronouncing words to the best of my abilities
Curious I laid you down
widening hollow
Photographs and conversations
The primary goal
Then all they would lead to as well
Upon looking right
There was nothing there
And ahead, just the back of a frame
How long can one breathe in
The dust from the haste
The despair from being left in it
Devoid
I am just dust
Synchronized dust
Blown into the airspace of you
And there are moments
Most blissful moments
I tell myself it is not true
danger and art
there are books in my bed
they remind and renew
the wealth of knowledge
and the hard wonder toothere are books at my feet
by my side, in my heart
i long to feel fear
of their danger and artand this book in my hand
that is covered in dust
it speaks to my soul
with a passion I trust
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