For Olivia

I looked for inspiration in your pics,
But found your story only partial there;
You pointed gently to the crucifix
To separate the wheat stalks from the tare,
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Prohibition

I woke, the furnace burning me to death
my lacy skin a sculpture made of ice
that melted from the dragon s fiery breath
as if enchanted by drunk Dionys
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Because Russ L asked

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