And oh -my love- my one night stand on the rebound who has stuck by me how could we have known?
With the nativity of our youth we thought that we were wise. We saw the pitfalls of our family heirlooms. We knew about the painful slowing rush of loss.
Category: romance
High and Clear, Poetry by Joy Reid
How can I not hear you, how can I not
HEAR
when every molecule of my being seen and unseen
aligns to you?
All the filaments of my soul,
all the particles of my bone,
all the partitions of my heart,
and all the meanderings of my mind, all my
impassioned, whispered, wandering imaginings, feverish hopes and faith,
love. Love? Love!
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