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Warm Bones

When the tick is tocking

and time calls louder

I have to choose -

this path

that desire.

 

So, I ask myself

'what is it that I truly want

from this life?'

I have wanted so much, and yet so little…

 

I invoke gratitude,

for kind hearts

strong hands

cool heads.

My own saints and saviours

in the pit stops of my travels.

 

Standing toe to toe with ...

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dot-dot-dot

I don’t want us hiding

in coded conversations,

where the “ … “ of a heart’s yearnings

 

remain unspoken, but lingering

like frankincense

anointing a room

 

A multiverse of musings

swirling in my mind…

I’m in a crowded bazaar

 

I feel myself sliding

Into this place where I becomes not I

and dig my heels in…

 

We glance... and pause.

Gliding, around...

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Actually, I do have words... (for T.)

You don’t want to be rescued.

 

I want to rip out the pain

the damaged flesh

of bloody violation,

and smear the face of he who cut you

in the mess he makes.

 

So that he suffocates.

 

I want to hold you

together -

not that you need me to,

or would want me to -

but to give you safe haven.

 

So that you can breathe.

 

I want you to know agency

...

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A walk from Anydri to Paleochora

The December wind blows
over the Libyan Sea.
Hellenic blue water
crashes into boulder.
White water soaks
the walkway. Cats run.
In the hills, sunshine,
mountain herbs, fragrant,
mix with the incense
from the chapel.
The bells of goats
hidden in the rocks and trees.
A kid cries for its mother.
Late autumnal layer
still heavy in the olive groves.
The afternoon sun
teases out the unct...

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