the edges of myself

words, words, words

there are poems in my bones words woven through and around the sinews of my muscles– verbose tendons and loquacious ligaments.   phrases which will their way to my mind– narrating an unfolding pathway– letters, lit up like lamp posts along a winding stretch   familiar monuments, comforting sentiments, breeding ease– an allowance; cultivating breath …

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the unguarded pleasure of your unfettered love granted in fits and spurts– boundaries demolished and resurrected in the span of a single breath– shadows hovering and descending   this infinite perspective that has always been patiently waiting for my prying, stubborn eyes and willful, unrelenting mind.   An existence within emotion– dancing feelings, tidal waves …

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if a springboard is what you are why not propel me as high and as far as possible?   beyond threat of imagination or existence– past sighs and romanticism spurring challenge and transition expansion and separation   a limitlessness that few can fathom jumping up and beyond an unquantified chasm–   allowing for the possibility that you might imagine …

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this perfectly arcing circle roots stretching down infinitely long through layers inpenatrable by all but our love   its perfectly arcing circle carving through time and space existing within and without beyond any parameters previously set   your perfectly arcing circle exponentially expanding encapsulating continents– entire planets engulfed in a love unencumbered   my perfectly …

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