Her Naked Silence
The rain at night splashing waves on the rocks
pointed sparks the pellets drop like Gods loose grip
Clasping the rain like a hole in the roof
the water drip drops into a bucket
no one can tame her naked silence
ETERNAL REFLECTIONS
Her face curled against a pillow
out the window a perfect sunrise
Her bare feet on top of the sheets
Her brown eyes dreaming
If I were an artist a painting brushing her hair
across the canvas catching beats in a snare
and its reflections.
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