For the risk of life...
As a hostess,
I serve you nice things
in china cups
by beach sides
yet
fight you all the way
a heart
cupped star
pools of drift
copper fresh
and
dressed in fear
green and grassy
Alicia
plays
Gladys
sings
but I am
the blues
of
woman
wanting
My dreams do not understand sheet music
they are eclectic jazz
playing risk by ear
You call my name in
a language I do not speak
but know by heart
You apply my wounded parts with lilies
and beaches
and equal parts of dropping heights
Yet
I abstain from the truth
taking twelve steps
to tea time
serving and steaming
to
stay sober from
the kisses of your brilliance
that leave greedy marks
on my mind
hoping
my heart will stop
being jealous
of the risk
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