I found words to describe the way slanting light 

meets skin of a bare arm over the bedcovers 

as I chewed on plastic 

and sipped mezcal 

and forecast hazy days ahead, 

nothing certain but that you would come, 

nothing sure about my footing 

or what to say as you cast spells… 

I wish to taste of pain you have long endured 

and be salve to weary limbs 

met by morning light 

growing long shadows toward the afternoon

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If you want to hear poetry from some Denver poets you can find episodes of my show, The Poets, over at thepoets.co

Cheers!

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