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Told Twice
A camel cuddles on the floor
In the cool richness of a sleeping room,
Among the patrons of a rainy day nap.
She is over equipped;
Extravagant humps about to burst
From the abundance of refreshing dreams,
Childhood memories, and water
That washes inside like a crisp voice
Lulling a melancholy tune from some B-side.
Comforters amassed about the head of a horse
Crush with kindness in a way
That only a fallen fort, after a bout of laughter,
Can crush, collapsed over slumbers.
He, unashamed to bare his teeth
She giggles so soft that bashful sapphire blue butterflies,
Rare as gentle, understanding eyes could land on her fluttering tongue.
Not dead, not flogged, but somewhat beaten,
The beasts of burden hook and combine their undersides with arches,
Laying callused hoofs with shod.
Long necks intertwine to bring lips to ear
And lips to ear
So the colt, above sleep
Can twice bring the camel bright
Words that let her see
Because she made him live.
