Love Juliana is hungry on the bedroom floor.
Watching the beads of rain roll up, back into the night.
They line the mirrored door and light at the glow of her cigarette.
Love Juliana counts the animals in her celestial connect-the-dots.
We are singing Save My Soul, holding hands.
Shouting to the Sea, she wants to come meet me.
Fires lit at the bases of our young spines,
Great wings grown with the tenderness of passion rebellion.
Love Juliana gets entangled in the trees,
Sheltered, tented by the sturdiness of practical bed sheets.
I scattered them across the floor.
The wind swept them out the door.
Along with Love Juliana.
The menagerie weeps and dances in a sorrow.
O God, all I can think is that it's all so beautiful.
Love Juliana is up, cocooned in that towering, moss soaked tree.
I'm smoking her cigarette. It was on the floor.
She would have wanted it to be me.
Love Juliana.
Singing the mist that leaps.
Hanging grey.
You'll dive back into that jade green of the sea.
Love Juliana, she wants me.
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