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Hello
Wednesday, December 9, 2015 || 4:15 AM
Hello. It's been quite (!!!) awhile since I've done anything close to reflective here (other than poetry and the occasional prose) — and I'm starting to dislike the lack of intimacy this space provides.
As of now, I am 1) content 2) slightly restless and 3) both dense and light. If you can be all four of those things at once then I am that. Not a bad combination... but a sneaky one. Creeps up on me at unexpected moments and nestles itself into my back in both good and bad times. It brings me both comfort and discomfort, but do not worry, mostly comfort :-)
I'm left all excited for my days to come! Very, very thankful for all the love and lightness in my life as of late hehe hopefully this can be seen in my writing as well....? :-) I am quite happy (in case you cannot tell).
3 separate poems written on 3 separate occasions
|| 4:04 AM
1.
The thought of you
is red-hot against my palms:
each smidgen of your
leftovers sear my insides —
like knife to flesh; fire to skin;
hurt to heart.
The spaces between me
carry a certain sort of gravity:
a pressing stillness, hovering
above me like deadweight.
2 (Haiku!!)
i.
this is how we grow
your edges sneak their way through
mine — and I let them.
ii.
this is how we stay:
each touch turns to comfort;
each kiss, a way home.
iii.
this is how we end:
a chest full of left-behinds,
a room full of silence.
3.
The secrecy of your
palms wrapped in mine
leaves a bitter aftertaste:
languid, soft courage
is seeping into my veins.
You are ever present;
and never there.
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