Embroidery Woman

And the sky turns purple bruised by the sun and the woman raises her face graven with wind and the moon rises silken in the night . . . .

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Atlas

He stands with the sun in his hands and roots twined around his ankles with thorns knotted at his calves . . .

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Touch of Midnight

The moonlight makes shadows dance across the lawn and fills the valleys between the hills in my backyard with pools of silken darkness. Dew is gathering on the grass, and I am walking in the cool beneath the fruit trees watching the fireflies spark like stars in the expanse of land around me . . .

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Turkish Delight

Silk laced over with vanilla wine,
tulip blossoms at the throat, the fountain flowing freely over stones worn smooth by moonshine . . .

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