lie down
let the gentle
autumn rain
wash
the feel of sorrow
from weary muscles
knotted
in anxious
necessity
let the cool mist
act as a balm
against
the constant grating
of reality
like an obsidian blade
thrust
into the heartwomb
of tomorrow’s
many insults
behind
the gray wool
clouds
of rendered
dreammucus
lies the burning hand
of solar flare
making shadow theatre
on
the insipid pleas
of battered distress
she smells like lavender, dripping the loving embrace of a thousand sutures to knit the broken back to life
one smile from full lips engorge the sadness of too many thoughtwisps into a blanket of tender kisses
i call out in between sleep and wakefulness in the hopes she hears my cries softly blown on the winds of shame
we are real, two dimensional constructs given form by the belief there must be something more to this ache
searching for home in the torrential storms of wayward words that tear at the flesh of innocent hope
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So beautiful! Very heart-melty 💕
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So very celestial!
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thank you ma’am
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This is the most beautiful thing
The beginning reminded me of meditation
The end italics sealed its beauty
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i was worried the two halves should have been different poems but the they were meant to be one. thank you EC, your kindness made me smile.
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So Mike, here’s what I’m thinking. Lol. People, (women 😋) can so easily put themselves as the female parts of many of your poems. And that’s not because of them, that’s because of your abilities. The tender, the adoring ways you speak of women, the romance in your soul. And some other things. But you are wonderful at these. Better all the time
You are exceptionally versatile, so talented
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now i’m blushing
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Lol. Hmm. 🤔
I’m sure your flushed cheeks are adorable
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On your face
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Hahahaha
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😳
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