While I slept you stood in the
colorful night market
with pyramids of bright
fruit piled high
Where those who loved you,
rushing back to their intimate stalls,
held out pears that had been
dreamed for you
And would the dream pear not
come gladly
once it knew this was you
wanting to take it in?
The dream pear chose reality,
wanting your mouth as I did -
Honestly, it was happy to be bitten.
Tags: love dream market bitten pear
We walked through night until there was a poem.
Brenda HillmanTags: poetry
The boys sat in front of your house at dusk,
the boys who still had parents.
Sometimes they held Marlboros out the car
Windows and even
If they didn’t, sparks fell from their hands.
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