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Subject: {ASSM} April Rises Out of Fate       M/F    Romantic
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Taxi Murders Web Site: http://taximurders.com
Poetry Site: http://seanfarragher.com
Long Poem: Work in Progress: http://byzantium2001.com
(9-11-2001 and Terrorism of the Child Abuse)
http://blastmagazine.org


April Rises Out of Fate

My mouth has blue eyes caves for voluptuous women
to surge, let loose gravel, sink as earlier storms
of holes rise up, flatten again into plains,
mark their stance as soldiers never march
we hold hands in the calm watch as sheer
face of granite tests the treasure of climb
where lofting peak strikes the middle of summer
to descend from snowline of Little Falls sunrise

Risk is my simple face, an almost owl, surprised
letting merry go round fade without stopping
without our dress up, her breasts are pink
when nipples teased I come drifting
snow out the cut ice and fish holes
that the avalanche covered ere life is stained
so help me bring down birth again my wait was cold
and feet frozen when my child was born so long ago.

I have my son's face and he has the smooth skin
that age will never make invisible. I am following
him into my own eyes watching the waves tenderly
crest against the dock, so the old sailors talk
about the ones that got away and the lives that follow
where the undulation of lips, a brief April kiss
as season warm, snow disappears inside my pocket

I kiss my new child as Spring welcomes with its spray
of ocean water on hot sand sneaking under blankets
to be shaken clean after sex made the grooves in her
lips and my fingers a part of her satisfied wings.

There are more children to be born in this circle
They are the unsatisfied poems and complete psalms
And the way my hand walks over her belly to my surprise.
Watch the melody as we place hands over hands applaud
the breaking of the rock continents divides
I am born from my lovers eyes as my mirror signs
in expressions of breath like whistles against ears
and shifting the books I count her name with mine.
I shall marry that wind with its open ends and wings.




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