Wishing
Will you ever love the one behind your eye?
Promote your own voice?
Decide to restrain imitation?
Write the drops of the day,
Recall your trashed diaries.
Drifting in every direction
we flower, the ranges call-- permit the beach,
the earth, the islands.
Find the nature of sunshine,
not its reverberation--
for we evaporate like the morning
While dreaming the faraway road.
D...
Wednesday 16th June 2021 12:35 am
A Part
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
I'm numb
Until,
Your body
- Or his -
- Or hers -
Envelopes mine
And I can breathe
Because
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
That moves
That loves
I am
I was
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Of something
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
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