“Beyond the Glades”
There is a fountain of you
pretending to give a gift
for what is swallowed never lasts
and what is eventual but elemental
is cut from existence
from who we wanted to love
from all bitterness scraped to its roots
and green eyes cry through ferns
in everlasting everglade canoe couples
and moonlight kisses
cuddle in public
in sorrow
with frog body suits
stitched to our shadows
an immediate jumping off point
to fall in love again in slow motion
as our blood is collected
to ice skate in the same circles
as roses bloom beneath the swamps
and trapdoors in attics open
from the heat of you.
nicholauspatnaude 
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