Ode to Split Lips and Midnight Poems

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Ode to Split Lips and Midnight Poems

The way all light must be, I felt
It on your cheeks, like pure Ukrainian blood
From the veins of the open-wide landscape

And who would have thought we’d be
By your side, Pacific ocean breeze
Recast to our chosen brood and poems spilled
Again, it must have been the laughter
And the tears on your smiles

Your lyrical soul tossed in the
Whispers of the wind, the velvet
Contour of your melodious expressions

A clarity of purpose in such serenity
Our cats couldn’t read The bear
Who ate the stars, but they had contributed
You know what I mean, and I was happy
For you, with a split lip of divinity
You deserved even more than you got.

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