alone along the border line, ruff by pd lyons


alone along the border line
cigarette struggles

her finger tips
pale lips
naked throat
moving through fields
between snow
holes where there is still water

deep within
heavy heat awakens
her lover’s name.

now when all the west is orange
clouds race black across
ask in voices lent by  winds of winter
do you
do you
do you
through the taste of midnight
into the wound of sunrise
until the evening sparkles into dawn
even when the day light spreads out broad
do you
do you
do you
still believe

and on a double edge of sacred steel,
her own voice met by  winds of winter,
she answers



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  • Donna J Snyder  On February 20, 2016 at 10:50 pm

    This poem, in its beauty and simplicity, pulls my heart right out of my body through my throat.

    Liked by 1 person

    • pdlyons  On February 20, 2016 at 11:09 pm

      there are times when your comments just leave me at a loss for words and a bit of water in my eyes. thank you for letting me know these words have touched.


  • Donna J Snyder  On February 20, 2016 at 10:53 pm

    Birth this one and maria verdi sky feel incantatory. Magic. Fey. Dreamt.

    Liked by 1 person

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