at the very least

when you’re out of sight
I take comfort in remnants
of your syllables

~~~

A gratitude note.

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what you do to me

the way you trace
imaginary lines
on the small of my back

stopping to spend
more time
on a spot
just to make me hold
my breath

the way you make waves
in my blood
ebb and flow
at your command

pushing me under
just to pull me back up
to crest
and fall

and start all over again

~~~

Listen here.

For #WhisperingNeds 136, ‘crest’.

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pull factor

lone leaf lands
in the creek
drifts with gentle current
floats and bobs
dips and pops up
finds riverbed
deep and calming
it chooses to drown

~~~

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take the liberty

I wanted to be your everything
but
my heart carries
too small a verse to spill
feelings to fill
your abyssal soul

for now I stand
backstage

maybe when you’re done
you’ll remember:

I was born
to serve you—
take me any way
you wish.

~~~

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engraved

before our time is up
take me to your favorite spot
where you carved our names
on your favorite tree

~~~

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back to square one

I thought I’d passed a milestone
where question marks would become
punctuation

instead I discover
some questions will stay
unanswered

as I get to a square
I will wonder what lives
next door,
and if I will ever get
to have a taste

~~~

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twice shy

autumn undresses
her colors make my heart fall
all over again

~~~

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role reversal

‪oh, to be worshipped‬
‪by an element that is‬
‪a god in itself ‬

~~~

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