come for
me,
don’t comfort
please,
while on both
knees
it’s best i
learn
to rely on
me–
for deep
relief,
to balm
this inner burn,
it means so
much
you wish to
please,
to quench my
thirst–
but
help me
turn to me first?
shadow work
toes in the
puddle
wiggling a
little,
to watch waters
wave
goodbye to drab
days.
got up to
pee..
and banged
my knee,
let out
a squeal..
then kicked
at air-
so glad no one
was there.
dimness fades
after the
bleed-
and sky appears
relieved
now lighter and
less dour,
yet aware of its
dark powers.
from thinner
side of
door-
hearing voices
as real as
yours,
fear i feel them
more than
any
wanton
kiss,
ears to the
floor.
know where i
was born–
and how i’m
blessed-
even when i
forget
there’s a reason
for such
ache-
best to feel it
than deny
for happy’s
sake.
despite forecast
rain..
clouds stay in
their lane,
holding loads
for lesser
days-
to coat our
panes
in see through
paint.
grill
to bumper,
steel tides slow
and go,
in a sea of traffic
barely afloat,
shall i trade in
my sweet
ride
for
a boat?
she sees blue earth
beneath lives
scattered–
and knows her worth
in its embers,
she scoops the
ash and
smudges her
cheeks..
reaching for
release.
consumed by
couch-
spare change
in hair,
almost didn’t
see me
there,
kind of you to
sit with
me
if only for
a bit,
gets lonely
here
cloaked
in upholstery..
and so hard to
breathe..
must admit.
hands in the garden 
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