Release
I kept you in my pen for years -
Squirming, writhing, making
My palm sweat.
I let you out a trickle at a
Time when I held you like a
Glass slipper in a torrent
Or a time when you were honey
In the wintergreen - symphony.
I let you out to scream like god
As you split like amoeba
To bear Venus to my arms.
I let you out to paint
You in the river, to frame it
In yellow, to stroke you with
Words for water over stone.
Now I release you to lean close
To hear my last poem.







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