You say, Can we go home? And I want to laugh, Honey,
we are home—this love, this respite, refuge, relationship.
This normal of safety, this routine—the place
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I love you with
all the relaxation
in my shoulders
as your lats
bump my traps.
hazel
mosaic inside irises
glowing between eyelashes
green, gold, yellow, and brown
like fresh leaves on autumn ground
each glance I give
my heart’s footprints
Trust
You think I’m being emotional, (and I am going to use the word but,
but don’t stop listening,) but when I start to repeat myself,
it’s because I don’t think you understand. And you don’t think I understand
that you do, but the times I repeat myself are the times that you think I’m emotional-
that I’m saying something that makes sense but doesn’t really matter.Read More »
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