sleep drafts w/EC

Folding words at the threshold of your sudden laughter
I’m still farfetched and easily damaged.
Driving home soul gravity with echoing intention,
Liquid starlight beckons a low-key desire

the wind swirls over the beach,
the taste of salt with the hint of grit,
a reminder that all was once under
the purview of the sea,
carrying an undercurrent of the
fiery heart of creation itself in
nascent need

Cast me from tantalizing old addictions
And the cinnamon haze of goodbyes
I’m still ancient, and
a pint of sorcery with a chaser of seduction,
a level of freedom with a malfunction

EC is all things poetry to me

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