Trickle

Another waiting room, another round of the same, the new. When facing the shadow of our own truth, where do we turn? Inward – Outward – Through Chapter 7 becomes a reflection in the mirror, judgement and projection painted upon my brow. Who do we become, when we are but ourselves? The screen clouds, chairs thrown, brows sweaty with my own fear. Love consumes, holds, pulls us out of the spiral.  A flurry of I’m sorry catches me and pulls me in. And yet, the burning question- when and how to forgive the self? Until I do, the rest is…

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Wrapped

I saw you dreaming the starry sky In the morning as I crawled from our bed Your legs wrapped in cream And a sunbeam dancing across your hips When we love, when we embrace, where do our embraces lead?  To disheveled streets and imperfect connections, longing and hope wrapped in who we want to be reflected in each other’s eyes.  I see those eyes before me, and the mirrors show me so many me-s. Show me the strength you see In me when I become your mate and master Your legs wrapped in dream And my sunshine holding your starry…

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