Bare
what of the words
unheard
that in a glance
you say
marry me today
and we will live
“beyond the border”
and push our boat
away from shore
and drift to the rim
of rain no more
the lightning line
where the “ring of fire”
slips the sky
for a burnt kiss
beneath the veil
and in its wake
the sea blinks
back the tears
and a wave
of diamonds
sail the wind
and scatter
like stars
where no moon
has been
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