Catherine
Precipice of possibility, perched,
tempting balance of black liquorice hair,
gainst practicalities, worries, and cares
Will she be the one for whom Ive oft searched?
Chocolate cake of raspberry promises nursed
leaning on toasted marshmallow breasts, I dare
explore hollow spaces of shyness lair,
a day of years shared, Ravens past researched.
So much beauty in one such precious thing,
futures untold to those who want to know,
Once I dreamed of two lovers made of self.
Somewhere a child relearns how to sing,
elsewhere, a piece of ice in spring lets go.
In her can I trust me to find myself?














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