Wanderling❁

reflection

 

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and the less you show

you care about me

the more I do

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ek ong kar

 

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I am in love again

grossly, deliciously

infatuated with the idea

of succumbing,

gaping

to a higher power

is it acceptable

to feel this way

about God?

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sempiternal

 

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I wonder

if you will ever forget

how it feels

to love

to be loved

to be touched like this,

even once

then I remembered

there are footprints on the moon

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butterfly

 

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a butterfly, resting among moths

need not open her little wings

to prove her beauty

the moths, oh how they wish

the moths, oh how they know

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untitled

 

"... it became easier

than breathing,

giving him more

than I gave myself."

                                      - not a poem about you

 

Flare

 

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all of me

is what it takes

every

solitary

day

to remain whole

while the fire

hurting at my center

and reaching

threatens with the promise

of explosion

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midnight music

 

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the kind of lover

who sits on the floor, rocking

a sweet guitar melody

drifting

and crying a little, with a smile

just thinking

about the depth of affection

welling up, inexpressible

and spilling across my sight

with a prayer

that all timid hearts

can know how it feels to

tread these invisible waters

and cry with a smile,

make your music, soft

think of your love quietly, and smile

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undying, unwanted

 

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for you,

I would give my last breath

the sight from my eyes

every drop of blood, and the promise of

immortality

but I never will, for I am

sadly, too afraid to ask

if that would be alright with you

if my bleeding heart in your hands

would be enough

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the universe of us

 

 

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is a kaleidoscopic wonder

 trembling at the edges,

every time our eyes meet

the relieved sigh of creation

is the sound

heard beneath twilight, when we are one

and even after we collapse

into ourselves

to meet the everlasting ocean

we will be, still

swimming in

the universe of us

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photo: a very blue Pass-A-Grille beach sunset, april 2017 

indefinable

 

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I stared

at the word “love”

in the dictionary

its meaning,

and found it muted,

a voice singing, but

through a wall

and it said

 “a quality or

feeling of strong

or constant affection…”

and it's clear

someone tried, but

I doubt it

could ever describe as much

as all the broken hearts

of the world

could tell you,

without words

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