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hand to mouth

She held her baby close
to protect him from the cold
with so much tenderness
she was sure her heart would burst;
and as she tried to figure out
where she would get his next meal
she all at once realized
she would never understand
how so love
could bring so much pain.

by matt at shadow of iris
hand to mouth

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    first kisses

    These were first kisses
    hot and desirous,
    flushed faces
    tinged with curiosity
    and with thrill
    set against the backdrop
    of a setting sun
    and a cool breeze
    up upon a hill
    with Venus looking on
    at love so guileless,
    it hurt.

    – matt at shadow of iris
    first kisses

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      entwine

      She said,
      draw me
      into your life
      entwine me
      in your love.

      And I thought,
      lust
      fathers
      the world.

      Years later
      when I would think of her
      I would remember
      that I lusted
      after the mere form
      of her shadow.

      – matt at shadow of iris
      entwine

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        a warm haunting

        You create light
        love
        your presence
        a warm haunting
        near
        even when you are far.

        – matt at shadow of iris
        a warm haunting

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          broken meter

          The long solid piece of wood
          fell ten stories
          straight down
          from the scaffolding
          at the new highrise
          and by some miracle
          despite the crowded sidewalk
          it didn’t hit anyone
          instead
          as if someone had been aiming
          it crowned a parking meter
          then bounced out
          and smacked
          a parked car.

          As the meter leaked coins
          with a tinkling clatter
          nearby children scattered
          and were quick to scoop up
          each and everyone of them
          into their greedy hands;
          the local ice cream seller
          had a good day that day
          so good, in fact,
          that he brought home a rose
          to his wife’s surprise;
          she was so happy
          that for the first time in months
          she called her mother
          and said,
          “I forgive you,
          and I love you.”

          – matt at shadow of iris
          broken meter

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            fireflies

            They had met to talk,
            to some how overcome
            all that had gone on between them;
            but when they met
            under the fading orange sky –
            they found
            that all that they could do
            was to just stand there
            unable
            to even face the other.

            But as they gazed out
            over the darks waters
            of the lake,
            the darkening scenery
            began to twinkle,
            and it was as if
            the fireflies were coming together
            and spelling out a message for them –
            reminding them
            that there were still mysteries
            left unsolved
            between the two of them
            and that there always would be.

            At the very same time,
            they turned towards one another
            and without any words at all
            they let the heavy past
            that had burdened them so
            slip away;
            and they found their way back
            into each other’s arms.

            – matt at shadow of iris
            fireflies

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              golem of stone

              I don’t function
              when you are far;
              I’m a golem of stone
              on a wall by the flowers,
              a stale phantasm
              that sits and waits
              for the graceful wave
              of your slender hand
              followed by
              its velvet touch;
              a process of creation
              infusing me with life
              and leaving me
              hungering
              for just a little more
              of you.

              – matt at shadow of iris
              golem of stone

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                obligations of the heart

                Obligations of the heart
                a spell written deep
                released
                as you bring your warm face
                staggeringly near
                and whisper
                my hidden name.

                – matt at shadow of iris
                obligations_of_the_heart

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                  she was so beautiful

                  She was so beautiful
                  in that old dress
                  with its magnificent floral patterns,
                  who else would have dared
                  to wear such a thing
                  but she wore her grandmother’s dress
                  without any shame at all
                  in fact
                  with a subtle smile
                  knowing her grandmother would be proud.

                  I spent all of ten minutes
                  surreptitiously studying
                  and admiring her poise
                  via a reflection on a flower vase
                  and it was only after I got careless
                  that she finally caught me.

                  I wanted to say
                  sue me, I’m in love
                  instead
                  I only smiled.

                  – matt at shadow of iris
                  she was so beautiful

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                    another day

                    He hated his job
                    he hated the wet city streets
                    and the crowded bus
                    full of sweat and bad breath
                    but when he returned home each day
                    and saw his wife there
                    holding their small child
                    it had an effect on him stronger
                    than any potent drug could have ever had
                    a feeling of warmth
                    starting in his heart
                    that he could eventually feel
                    from his toes
                    to the tips of his ear lobes;
                    and as she’d reach out and touch him
                    gently on the arm, with a smile
                    he’d melt
                    and know at once
                    he could take another day.

                    – matt at shadow of iris
                    another day
                    [Inspired by the work of Gustav Klimt.]

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