Thursday


Invitation to meet me here.

Meet me on top of the mountain.
You can bring your tea and I will
bring my heart, still beating. In a glass vase, 
with blood dripping down. I can bring my soul too.
Just take every inch of me away.
Let my body drift into the Black Sea.
Come to the top of the mountain with me.
We can discuss the way coffee grounds
Change our dreams and the painted sky.

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