A reflection
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Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
The language of love flowed freely… Through the rivers of our veins, During the summer we discovered ma… And razors edges. We used the torn corners,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks.... Can I have running through the wo…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,