Sharply she came to an abrupt and uneasy stop

While decisively choosing to go

In betwixt the muck mired midst of mankind’s mayhem

she lost herself woozy in secret dreams of him

The one that she understood would wash away the musk

of yesterday

and when

Her thirst for more than her share

Traversed its course

Her hero would also cleanse the palate of tomorrow’s fare

so that she could drink it away

Once more she came quickly to understand her lot

While wide eyed with curiosity she is wanting to know

What can be coaxed out from an inconsequential stem

Does the answer bear knowing her scarlet thoughts?

Does he too dream of them?

Or of her?

Burning questions that get lost in the dialogue born of deep discretion

and thus becomes Loxodonta’s ivory like tusk

The must from backed dropped mountain’s view,

propped up star fixed landscapes

Tween two

and haunting huffed hints of harnessing his dull sorrow

for it pains him to think

it may pain her so—if only for the moment; and then most assuredly surely no

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http://authspot.com/poetry/in-my-milling-years-2/

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