be wounded with her
be empty and homeless
with her
be a light among her trees
the turquoise darkness
at 3:20 am
encounter her
be exquisite with her
ponder her like the long
pour of a Guinness
at an Irish pub on a slow night
take a measure of her
crystal beauty
her stained-glass beauty
awake in her stomach
heal with her
bend with her
have faith in her next breath
dare to land with her
in that place where the Moon
barely creeps in
imagine her initialed
in your arm
holding a knife
be crazy in love with her
more coveted than gold from iron
be magical with her
belong to her without judgment
hiding under her altar
in the woods
be like rabbits with her
or tadpoles
scurrying from the high shadows
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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