you brought flowers to
this madness
and watched them wilt
where planted,
then stood guard with
vigilance
as the elements tendered
them life.
coloursofthesoul
in
shyness,
i’ve turned down
your hand,
in
resistance,
i’ve guarded my
island
and watched as
you circle
secretly wishing you’d
wash up on
shore,
in
shyness,
i’m lost on
land.
it was the song
in your
look
that floated me
places
i had only read
in books
of scribes better
versed
than
i
on
the art
of connection.
let’s spill the
hours
and fill these
eyes
like tears may
bring us
peace..
of mind, we too
shall find
deep rest in slow
release.
comfort in cool
sheets
on a solitary
eve,
praying out the
window,
watching headlights on
highway
blur..
entrances me
to sleep.
flitting somewhere
in between
the day
and laments passed,
kindling any
ember
that may smolder
into memory.
holding space
for warmer thoughts
on night bereft
of spark
keeps the soul from
shivering,
two hands around
one heart.
winter fell like
it knew us
and had seen this
time before..
we got too lost to
notice weather,
worried it may
snow forever.
held that kiss so long
in mind
it could not
deliver–
merely flirting with
a deeper
bond
than had
been considered.
met you in the
waiting
room,
where that big hand
never moves
and our tears don’t
run anymore
four drained
eyes
aimed at the
floor.
hands in the garden 
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