Stacey Knippenberg Ricci

She wore flowers in her hair
Against hazy winter skies

He acknowledged beauty there
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I drive
My hands clenched
Tightly on the wheel.
White knuckles grip.
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This minute whispers,
And she could worship a moment.
Her lust beneath
The evening moon is an eternity.
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Feelings flow like brushstrokes
On a canvas vast as sky

Painting moments of a lifetime
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Sunday flew over me
Locking my feet to the ground
Absence of direction
Intention of connection
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Does an anchor breath
Or weep or smile
As it holds you in place?
You will not drift off course
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He and his strange ancient history
Merely mortal immortality
Feather quill plucked
From the wing
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The moon shuddered and shook
Before filling the sky with sharp slivers
Of her silver sparkle shrapnel.
The eclipse was reining the sky.
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The catastrophe of years rolled off his blistered back
Smoldering skin against a backdropp of black asphalt sky.
Fragments of dreams yelled 'STOP'
But the cool night would not end
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Dollars Day
Charade for trade...
What would you?
A life?
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I wanted us
On a road story
Funny, this favorite memory
Shot
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in a sense
W let winter stop
How easy
Like a picture book
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Caressed and Distressed
Ever present mind-fall
Off the edge mind-full
Boulders crumble and bounce around
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No, no, no
Tiny little word
No, no, no
Can you speak?
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Dreams Rake
Nights Quake
Days Break
Hearts Ache
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Magic comes in waves to those willing
To sacrafice reality for bits of bliss.
Wearing wonder around your neck like a crucifix,
Or is it a hangmans noose?
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He wore a veil of tatters and tasks.
She stood naked in front of his eyes.
Shackled upon a box locked tight,
Full of intent and love.
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The night I give like water cupped in my hand
silver and smooth drenched in bits of moon

The night I know my voice calls
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Sensual and seductive
They slide skin to skin
Tender slowly seeking
Showered in sultry softness
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