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Ash

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They were solid-
sunlight and energy
wrapped up in liquid
until tiny flames

became infernos-
burning an orange
hot frenzy
until steam

smothering vapors
putting out fuel-
silence then
ash 

~Pamela

Unveiled

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A veil blotting out
even sun specks gripped
tight by your hands

going lax—faint glimmers
then blinding warmth
swimming before
my eyes.

I see and feel day
leaving behind night and
your shrouds.

~Pamela Rossow

 

Conflagration

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Her as oxidizer. A crushing embrace
heated through. Stoked by red hot
embers igniting an epic blaze, a light
up the sky bonfire eagerly licking up
fuel as greedy flames burn, singeing.
Catalysts, flashpoint then combustion.
When the heat simmers down, a white smoky
haze–aftermath still smoldering. He was
changed.

growing

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where did the time go?
from feet
little that pitter patted to shoes that
gape and click
from wake-ups
and monsters to scare to
looking up for hugs
bent down
where did the time go?
from loving
huge and huger still
cords fraying and
knowing
well the hopes and dreams
ballooning
where did the time go?
life’s shorter and heart’s bigger to hold
memories warm
from the sunshine of your smiles

~Pamela

Funk

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She danced to funk
writhing and swaying
to strong riffs and heavy
bass.

She moved to hard
rhythms still loose
laughing at intense
grooves.

She forgot about
everything and nothing
getting down on
offbeats.

Tide Lines

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You visit me when the rains come.
Sliding in through the rising torrents
beating my windows, in the water
swirling around my ankles.

You can’t help yourself.
There’s something about crushing
waves that are a part of you which make
her eat sand
another’s eyes red from stinging salt water
one more her heart aching from being crashed into again and again.

Your wake leaves behind brown tide
lines with dirty foam, crushed shells,
sand dollars in pieces.

~Pamela

Siren

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into black-
blue.

~Pamela Rossow

Cerulean

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I drank you in—
swam in your
oceans
dove to your
depths
kicked to your
surface.

I inhaled cerulean—
tasted salt on my
tongue
embraced gritty
warmth
wrapped myself in a
crashing caress.

You were
infinite—
until your finiteness.

~Pamela

 

 

 

 

Home

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she once thought his face
brought her home to sun
speckled shadows that
cooled her and white-hot
blazes that burned within

one glance and her lungs
began drowning in moist
humidity gasping for
the slightest whisp of breeze
coming off the Atlantic

she looked away her home
wasn’t just stifling heat and
scorching sunshine it was
also diving into cerulean and
inhaling freshly cut emeralds

her home welcomed her
his face turned her out
her home comforted her
his face was vacant a
sign that read For Rent

© Pamela Rossow

In the Arms of Morpheus

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Her arms gathered sunrises close
to her, luring in welcomed heat
and searing passions, crimson clouds
and afterglow.

Her arms swept galaxies close
to her, drawing in crescent moons
and silver shadows, indigo skies
and Orion.

Her arms cajoled him move close
to me, beguiling with silken skin
and trailing fingers, entwined in
Morpheus.

© Pamela Rossow