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Don’t say / that word
case we defame / or endanger
this moment / and the next
cresting night waves against recumbent shore
your arms molded from sand rise and fall
to my perpetuate weave
and we are
like flowers awaiting sufficient light
to open fully
a miracle each time the pallet of
senses born over with each song
held in my chest like women who wet their lips with the sore
chaff of flax before threading it into life
we make our reality
each elbow gracing air with untrained response
ballerinas finding satin undercoat
beneath dance
if leaves covered us, they’d say
Fall never ran out of color
your diminishing form as you lean away
gasping for air and back again into
perfect vision
there are only circles, nothing is
straight lined nor willing to beg for its supper
we two have earned…
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Please never, ever, EVER stop writing!
This bit is absolutely luring:
“if leaves covered us, they’d say
Fall never ran out of color
your diminishing form as you lean away
gasping for air and back again into
perfect vision”
No surprise there, though. Beautiful poem, Candice.
*sigh* oh! My heart! My heart!!
😉 (xxo) (xoxo) (xoxxoxo)
Thank you dearling. I was reading some of yours this morning. Had a bad set-back just after getting over one (back to back) so making it really hard to work but trying – your work helps 🙂
The best thing you can ever say to anyone.
*big hugs* Thank you. Take care of you.
But I’ve only ever said it to you ♡
Sensitive and sensual. ❤
Thank you so much lovely
*crashes to floor in joy* (and joy is a thing of feathers)