Crystal Rosser Biography

I part with my heart set neatly upon the table;
A salami pricker beside it,
I part with the clothes still hanging damp
On the line
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In a curl, I have met the calm of my winter,
Underneath raw, midnight skies
And through moonlight and trees,
Opalescent reflections and linear auras.
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What becomes of a moony mind?
Entombed, in a hardened case —
Warmth kept from light —
Spoiling in a jar —
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I see your rage,
Like taillights in the distance,
And purple mountains crashing,
In a thick void.
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Behind my eyes, I begin to see you, love
Through the thick haze of darkness
How deeply I long for your hands grasping
And your lips sweeping.
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