Contributor: Maria-Theresa Zehendstrom

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In my arms, you were always elemental
ice in your eyes
fire in your thighs
an earthiness between them

airy in your summer dress
and cutting all the same
cutting me down
dropping me amidst the leaves
like so much wheat
to take me
to bury me
and make me soft
pliant
to all of your hard needs
the husk of me
discarded
always discarded
beneath a sky
the same color
as your eyes.


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Inspired by the writings of Herne, Norris and Moreno, I write the song that splashes from my hands when I pour my soul on paper.