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the cloud door

under a sky
stroked by ribbons of night
a heart out-pours, spilling secrets
like ancestral blood

the stars nod knowingly
at one another
they have seen this so many times before

declarations of love
jump from slick lips
jumbled up in their haste
to tell tiny stories

the heavens listen, close their eyes
cluck their tongues, pat her head

for as often as the gods laugh at our folly
so do they rejoice in our splendor.

image & words © jennifer summer | 2013

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