like top shelf chocolate
dripping on the
tongue,
i’ve tasted
dark
and wanted
more
to coat my mouth in
velvet warmth,
to quell all future
cravings.
shadow work
a
kiss
breaks up the
fight
like pink doves
landing
in the middle of
a minefield
as temporary
truce.
mother and i were
so alike
that we wouldn’t notice
one another
through our wall of
behaviors,
held apart at
unbreachable distance
while both yearned
for similar.
i journeyed long
through
hard
to collapse in
your arms,
only to feel them
crumble to
dust..
leaving me
solely
with
wanderlust.
you took to the
winter
just like your
mother
and buried that
face in its
chest,
while i watched
in envy
from warm side of
the window
where my cheek remains
pressed.
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.
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.
flitting somewhere
in between
the day
and laments passed,
kindling any
ember
that may smolder
into memory.
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.
hands in the garden 
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