Category: relationships
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Tempests
Having come from the seas of your storms and decades of disquiet, I step, directionless, on an unmoving Earth. Being tooled for havoc, I despair of knowing what might fill this brazen peace, this wild surcease. [Art: The Ship, by Salvador Dali]
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Womb
Do not speak of it. Do not see me. Give what you have to give, willing or no, and don’t mind the scars. The remnants of your gown, oft removed, keep us coming back for more. But, in time, you will womb a tree that reaches to Heaven. *** [Art by Zdzislaw Beksinski]
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Delinquents
Our innocence lost in slamming doors and thrown crockery, we ran, jacketed, into ready offerings and prurient teachings. My brother, you did not live long enough to forgive the teachers or cry for the warring giants. [Art by Hugo Simberg]
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Firefly
All the days that I knew you, you hummed while you were working. No one ever had to tell you what to do. Most of us smiled as you bustled about. Some rolled their eyes, but I thought of you as a bee going from flower to flower. You made a song, and the angel…
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Gently, gently
Though my bones are broken, I will stand erect for you while you’re in this room. Would a nicer house help us? One with rooms further away, but with furniture placed more warmly? Each day, the headlines grow more stale, and I despair of a gentler world.
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Goodnight
Mister whiskers, curled up in dream. You, in the faded recliner, the motors of your snore like a cheetah’s purr. The TV on mute in blue aquarium light. Outside the window, a borealis of feathering snow. And I, in a sated sigh, put my feet up too. We go gently into that goodnight.
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The Garden
“I have a hunger”- Those words, spoken in a formal manner, were as stillborn, as heavy as a stone cradled in an apron.
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Belongings
A broken lace. A secret place. A baby face. A bell. A ponytail. A woodland trail. A sunlit vale. A spell. *** Photo: Pinterest
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Serendipitous
As if the deck had been shuffled by some calculating clown, we were thrown together. More than once. More than thrice. Our two wrongs. But, oh! You made me blush with your side-eyes and staccato smiles. Guilty am I of grievous commissions in a secret heart. *** Image: https://pixabay.com/users/gepharts3d-112682/
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