the half-pout
of your lips
draws me in
like a vortex…
Category Archive: Postaday
it’s not floating,
this in-between
feeling you speak…
pocketful of posies
or daisies
or whatever wildflower…
Do you think the water here
is clear because it has never lied?…
can you sing along
when I can’t hold
the tune…
I can live
without touch…
was my face numb, I didn’t notice,
and now it’s waking back up….
Arbitration is a good example
of what it means
because you and I don’t know….
Your hand is bigger
than mine…
I wonder
if I wander…
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