‘This window needs cleaning,’ I think to myself.
Silent Saturday morning unfolds
before me.
Autumn makes her presence known,
a haphazard scatter, gold
leaves upon verdant lawn …
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She finds herself back
in the game,
equal parts novice
and Mata Hari;
dating, a chess match …
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Is it naught but
a foolish notion
seeking to conjure you
out of the mist of memory
and longing, bruised and bittersweet…
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Isn’t it romantic –
the way it climbs and curls
uncaring whether welcomed,
undeterred by the inhospitable
brick and mortar of our lives.
It enchants us,
vivid, lush with promise;
curves holding light and shadow ...
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The thought
perches upon my shoulder,
like a sparrow,
quietly undemanding,
yet claiming my attention.
It’s softness and patience
unmoors me,
as time races
past the point I felt certain I’d reach,
the person I’d become …
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Let me
breathe
this once
without thinking, no tears
falling from scrunched up eyes
or lips salty with memory and regret,
the waves having crested …
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As I wrote, the memories
unspooled like film, images
shuttered and left to gather
dust in the far reaches of my mind
a book never shared
only a what if of never knowns …
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We leave our hearts in the snow,
no last goodbyes left
to melt the ice clinging to the edges.
I wonder if is it possible to lose it all —
heart, mind, soul,
in a single breath —
the one you took with that kiss
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We breathe in waves,
inhale
exhale;
the ebb and flow
of all we say,
fluid as water.
But what lies hidden
in unspoken thoughts —
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Morning glimpsed
behind a curtain
shaft of light
dancing
upon a headboard
dust motes
alighting
a stillness disturbed
fingers slowly
moving over warm skin
mine for yours
awakening
to thoughts, desire
curling around me
and within, a band
tightening
every revolution
intensifying
every stroke
a lover’s wish
shattering restraint in a rush of sound
a bitten lip
the lingering mark
of your possession
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