the edges of myself

words, words, words

my sweet love you know i pine for you like no other– long to feel your touch– as a gentle wind or the warmth of the sun. the easy, eyes-closed satisfaction that is perfectly familiar yet feels new and entirely consuming upon each experience.   i no longer acknowledge the difference between laughter and tears– …

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all of the songs ever written– they don’t speak of a love like ours– at the base its unquestioned solidity– a dependable knowledge of what is– certain beyond a doubt– nothing meaningless is possible. i revel in it– enjoy its eb and flow make time and space for it to exist   but my heart– …

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