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course correction


your eyes shatter
into hues of scattered light,
like a gunshot on a
grey prairie morning.
two words tumble ‘tween your teeth
and my heart bursts as
sleeping crows from trees,
as bucks from amongst trunks
and over dewy grass.


your fingers dance,
conjuring sunrise through leaves,
raining stardust’s reprieve
in prisms upon me.
two words transmit through your lips
perspective unfettered,
unchained like a kiss.
a gift is naught without receipt;
i am to take the key bequeathed.

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