Depth in breath, sheltered lips…you are not a verse…you are every single one of them…


You are not a small constrained verse of someone else’s over-quoted words, trickling …in rhyme or dripping like weeping honeysuckle at my feet, all sickly sweet, you could never be… without a glowing edge, all smile lines – opening
to light shutters, scribbled, in unmeasured gestures, a muse of hand-written letters;
hidden under pure-thread pillows, draped in ancient trees – sweeping through exquisite conscious dreams, words, sounds, whispers, turning in my sleep.

for you



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