Barbara
with the last lines borrowed from Kaveh Akbar
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Tension begins here:
My bleed/my break
the line one curves over slopes
the crevice cascading two-pulicitous over an edge
the stream of over-consciousness squelched in bliss
Return with me now,
wind humming honey
a touch filled with ache
when silence lingers in our throats
You sit with me now
distance a year ...
Sunday 27th November 2022 4:31 pm
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