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Above Love (excerpt)

From stem to stem

we can walk beneath the cherries

above the red foam

above love

and live

Their glass stems shake quietly in the dark

Glass skins

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

new glass

new skins

Between our teeth cherry blossoms

fall into the treeless


from FliesFind it in the library

Copyright © 2011 Michael Dickman
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Michael Dickman Poems

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