From stem to stem
we can walk beneath the cherries
above the red foam
Their glass stems shake quietly in the dark
What will we do when we don’t have bodies anymore?
I want to hold you between my teeth
On the shore
we grow new skins
Between our teeth cherry blossoms
fall into the treeless
Copyright © 2011 Michael Dickman
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