I have no great preoccupation with romance.
I have no deep obsession with the physical satisfaction
that’s only a small, perhaps even optional part
of our experiences connecting us as human beings.
Some only care about interlocking body parts:
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3 a.m. I wake
Remembering everyone
…
Waking in the night
This world under sea of stars
…
With apprehension unknown…
I squint against tears:
your heart under winter’s glare
has come back to me
I hold my tongue in a vice
Speaking only in my head
Not wishing to start fires
I may not be able to extinguish
Wishing I could remind you…
Start on your left. Easy.
Like you’re reading the first line on a page.
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Today I think about all the tenderness I felt
That they could just never hold on to
That I couldn’t place their fingers around
Not knowing if it was their failure
Or mine
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Near starless midnight
Acceptance of wicked truths
Closer than morning
Woefully lacking
Shame it’s all I have to give
Love that’s not enough
Rolling down steep hills
Friend returns for brief visit
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I’m the only one
To see the proof left behind
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