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All parts of my soul are unbraided;
I yearn for you.
In the softness of the evening,
by the stillness in the snowfall,
I hear your breathing
in an empty bed.
It's as if these fingers
twisted in my hair are yours,
though my own hand lies there,
tangled.
I myself am knotted up in you,
your absence,
these whispering sheets
your voice when I'm alone.
I close my eyes
to the darkness of the room,
imagining your scent on my pillow,
your lips on my shoulder,
how we would lay hip to hip.
I await the mornings
when you hiss at the cold of the floor on your feet,
eyes half open;
where we glow over breakfast
and speak in glances that drown out
the eight o'clock radio--
for we live in these moments when
our gazes turn the world the other way.
I won't live until you return.
I yearn for you.
In the softness of the evening,
by the stillness in the snowfall,
I hear your breathing
in an empty bed.
It's as if these fingers
twisted in my hair are yours,
though my own hand lies there,
tangled.
I myself am knotted up in you,
your absence,
these whispering sheets
your voice when I'm alone.
I close my eyes
to the darkness of the room,
imagining your scent on my pillow,
your lips on my shoulder,
how we would lay hip to hip.
I await the mornings
when you hiss at the cold of the floor on your feet,
eyes half open;
where we glow over breakfast
and speak in glances that drown out
the eight o'clock radio--
for we live in these moments when
our gazes turn the world the other way.
I won't live until you return.
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and even so, you stayed
I taste rain on your lips
and I know you’ve been
writing poetry again.
I breathe into the touch
of your fingers
cascading in a soft scale
down the cage of bones
around my heartbeat.
you kiss me
knowing
the colors that drift
in my mind
like water beneath
all the bridges that were
burned for me
and you stay.
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sweaterse
when you've a love
in repose,
all quiets
are woven together.
all worries and
worships and
weathering
kept, cared,
covered.
every summer
warms, every winter
draws closer.
and the silences
sweeter than
heaven.
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frosted glass
you need not
breathe or bloom
for anyone
but yourself
love you are
already
the brightest
thing in my life
light
waiting for light
but I know how the cold
settles in
brittling bones
and glaciating
skin
how it sometimes feels like
you'll never know warmth again
leaving you lost
in daze
opacifying gaze
with a scrim of
ice
across your
eyes
like frosted glass
love let me
stay close
until it's
passed
and though I can not
sing you
any nearer
to daylight
nor hold back
the black
I will hold you
through the night
I will
sit with you
in the darkness
for as long
as it may
last
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A poem for *Mrs-Freestar-Bul, who wanted a poem about a woman who is completely in love with her man. This one has a bittersweet tone, but I'm happy with it. Saida, I hope you like it too!
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