Sarah Everson

You have my hand
even without the dew,
I'd hold it to the very end of time.
Look to the sand
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Outcast I am,
I run
with wolves.
Sweet scent of man
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I ached,
If you must know,
For all these years,
You packed
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I also kissed
Two nordic eyes,
And held his hands
Beneath warm sheets
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He called,
I knew the ring,
my kitchen chair,
the bloody dog,
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He likes to be behind me,
Holding loosely to my upper breast,
I always sleep with right side down,
His other hand requires extra warmth
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The tethers that develop
the chain links that surround
were started as ephemeral
with tendrils from the ground.
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Twas neither scorn my boy
nor cold indifference.
Twas waters to the neck
the threat of undertow
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Awake I rush to burn the toast
quick, jam and honey, soft-boiled eggs,
meanwhile the oven cooks the roast
he loves the taste of mutton legs.
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You should have been there Mom,
a million of all shapes and hues
Begonias, all, best man was Skipper Tom
he wore his crazy Charlie Chaplin shoes.
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All ugliness originates
within the self,
expressing what you feel
is what you truly are.
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To all poets and ladies and gents,
those who live in huge houses or tents,
could you tell me puhleeeeeeeze
how to stop the big tease
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I came upon these steamy lines
while plucking scabs from aging pines.
That's when my mind is at its best
as I have previously confessed,
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Failures lie in
unkempt compromises..

Acceptance and love
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I want to, need to,
please
will you return,
a weekend pass
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A proud cantankerous professor
had in his class a clever guesser.
No question proved to be his match
so the professor brought a batch
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Twas morning, fog had swept the trees
and I had missed my bed, I took the turn
that led to forests and the orchard of the bees
and I was wearing a green crown of leafy fern.
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Creator God midst clouds a-boil
Divided day from night,
Pushed sea from land and with his toil
Came thunder and then light.
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