for mina loy
a wave’s soul with smoke caresses your thighs
and leaves a laughter like a body at your feet,
and somehow.
dream-scents are like redundant fire;
god locked your hair
in a stone cabinet as the minotaur thread a needle,
teaching you about doubt and longing.
rain painted the dalmations
of youth a touching grey and
I want to breathe you as one would
a candle or a carnivorous flower.
death, the sea’s long lost brother, borrowed
the sky that held you down,
and buried us all in impermanent sand
warmed by the sun.
stones were borrowed
and stones were skipped
just down the road, just before eden’s
construction began,
and the ship abandoned the shore.
Kristopher Biernat 
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