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Rock Bass
you are
so mysterious
as you scrape
mirror shards
off this morning's
catch of bass
lying on rocks
sky clouds in their eyes
The Universe Expands
when you give me that look
I shiver because I begin to turn into some
Mata Hari or venus flytrap with land legs
but when you leave my side, your heat
still upon the pillow and on the sheet beside me
my universe begins to dwindle, becomes
needle eye narrow until I fear I will slip through
space receding into perspective exercises
in notebooks left by the mudroom door
soon to be forgotten until the next great revelation
when passion whirls back for them in panicked searches
to set down in pencil lines what is too good
to forget, too sad to lose in memories
folding in upon themselves like roses
clutching onto petals that must fall
but when you return, a not so whispered sigh
rises through the chaos in the space you left
I step into places moving out beneath my feet
and while you touch me
the universe expands
Barbara Phillips
Email: Barbara Phillips
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