she speaks to him of dreams
near a redbud about to bloom
he falls into her eyes like wells
which wait upon a covert wish
her tales tumble about him
like fairies from her mouth
each searching for its frog
to transform within a kiss
she tells him of familiar buildings
breathing hydras by the score
of roaming lost on late night highways
pursued by duplicitous lovers
for a moment his world widens
as he disappears into her words
he’s shaped by her enchantments
her hero washed upon a shore
(February 2013)
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