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The Keen North

When sleep eludes me, insomnia gnawing bitterly at my insides,
I let my mind’s eye worry it’s teeth over the column of your neck.
The way it flows down to pool at the curve of your collar bones,
As pale as a drift of snow I would let melt on my lips,
My tongue catching every last drop of you.
See how you soothe me?
Even when we are apart,
You are the Keen North that stills the bird like beating of my anxious heart.
Before there was you, my compass,
I could only flounder about my bed,
Drifting on an endless sea of tumultuous waves,
Never reaching the shore of dreams and true rest.
But once your hands, like a crown, wreathed my head,
I was immutably anchored to peace,
The albatross forever slain.

(2014)

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