You Are Holly

 Gentile rustling sound ever clean,
sleep-warmth mustering the
muse in me,
hands shown in prominent bone come
from those mountains of cotton and hiding
hair rushing agaisnt their underbellies
window coming to window,
both with the raining view of
the sea.

 

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