as I thought of us
connected at magnetic poles
~
showing the same face
each day of burning passion
calming hellish storms
~
i knew we would
outlast each other’s
orbit.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
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the scent of motel 6
now smells like heaven
wrapped in soap,
~
clothes scattered
sleeping off a sample
of chateau.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
Image Source: Flickr (cc)
Image Source: Flickr
we became those people overnight,
fantasists who daydream holding
hands and speak in whispers of ‘true love’
like nothing came before a kiss across
the console of a Chevy Cruz or
will exist without space curvature
across the low points of
our spines…
~
i’ve fanned the flames
and lost myself in
your geometry.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
Stop by for fun and poetry tomorrow night!
drink the angry waves
with wine –
pass the lightless hours,
God is with us and remaining
breaths are few.
hallelujah!
they are coming.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
Photograph Courtesy of Pilar Edler
