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He stands with the sun in his hands and roots twined around his ankles with thorns knotted at his calves . . .
The rosebud unfolds into full bloom. Sensual breath of winter frosts over flower and diamond blossoms into being . . .
Silk laced over with vanilla wine,
tulip blossoms at the throat, the fountain flowing freely over stones worn smooth by moonshine . . .
I am delighted to share my poem, Co-Existence, is published in Hidden In Childhood: A Poetry Anthology edited by Gabriela Marie Milton. This anthology collects the work of over 150 poets into a spine-tingling collection that invites the reader to travel the gorgeous and nostalgic garden of childhood where there are both roses and thorns.
Walk with me on the empty orchestra stage where the echoes of music past saturate the air and lonely sunshine splashes across the wicked the floor our ballet feet polish smooth . . .
Chocolate hearts and peppermint sahuaro kisses. Cups over which steam dances. The caramel and mistletoe . . .
He sits in there under yellow tree ablaze with leaves freshly fallen across the rich earth, his mortality curling and wisping in the air . . .
Grey rock and liquid gold sunshine. Ocean at the end of the world kisses my feet on infinity sand. . . .
Silver bell chime at midnight. Vibration ripples through my brittle bones as soft beeswax candle casts halo on silk . . .