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Sinking

How easily
the sunlit beauty
of the day
goes dark
when tainted
with words
that are not
lovely
and bright
like the call
of the wood thrush
in the trees
along the river—
words that
do not flow in
and out of me
smoothly
the way
this narrow boat
travels
mindlessly
on its course—
words
that do not
float pleasantly
around me
like I love you—
and I’m sure
he wishes
he could
tell me anything
without fear
of me
going under—
just as I wish
his fondness
for her
didn’t
have the power
to sink me.

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
7-16-17

What Have We Done

What have we done
but fall into that bright darkness
where everything has edges
so smooth and soft
it seems impossible to feel lost
or wrong or even sorry
for what we found

What have we done
but watch each other fall
into that bright darkness
where everything has edges
so smooth and soft
we silently swell with jealously
unable to rise from the ground

What have we done
but push each other
into that bright darkness
by keeping our smooth soft edges
hidden after we discover
with horror our appetites
have no bounds

 

 

DeMaris Gaunt
5-7-15

 

 

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as our lover’s dream.
My envy
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and that she goes home tired
to a second hand couch.

DeMaris Gaunt
1-11-15

Photo by Deanna Morae