Kit Ludlow

The universe defined by millennial strains,
The flesh, the stardust matter shaped for mortal stock-
The supernova of your love flows through my veins.
A forking of lightning, an electric heart shock,
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The world is a canvas for those that seek out art.
We paint ourselves within it- focus on details,
Blur anguish into pulsing impressions of heart.
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If 'fashioned' is what you judge my verse to be,
One must critique the rhythmic chirps of birds,
But your argument would then suggest two scenes.
Nature sings for love. I write for the world.
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Consider the cricket, whose love was once young.
He loved the Dawn, the cuddle of her sheets,
And was the beloved that the gods longed
To make their own. His love was a feat
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Hand on belly, trying to hold the hand inside you,
I'm lying in bed. Breath upon your neck, breathing in
The scent of your hair, I dread the dawn, the starlight's end.
Labor away the day to sleep the night beside you.
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While the headline echoed from the newsstand,
He laced his boots, grabbed his rifle and went out.
His shift had come, unknown to the foreman.
The man stood guard over the world of doubt,
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How long did I forget that I had a voice,
These hours of meandering gales once hushed?
The world stormed around me. I had a choice
To howl along but my spirit was crushed.
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This cold, which passed from a kiss from your lips,
Weakens me as it once had weakened you. 
This virus, none more alive than nymphs 
Who seduced a strayed wanderer or two,
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