Fear is
not welcome
in my home
or in my belly
or between my hipbones and
I cannot see
strange chemicals in
your eyes when
we are together,
not ever and
this is a really good change
for me.
He does not mind,
he does not mind,
he does not mind the whiskey nights or
the dirt under my nails and I think I may
look a little bit healthier.
He does not mind my mind being
oceans away
some days and
he does not mind the dog hairs on my jacket or
the dust on the nightstand.
I am finding
vulnerability
to be quite fulfilling,
actually.
I'd recommend it.
I do not need
to wander and search,
though I may do so
if I please.
It feels pretty good and
I do not know where we are sometimes
and I never know where we are going and
there is no need to mark out a clear path
when you are in love with
the ambiguity
of love,
I think.
We threw eachother into some sort of whirlpool and I'm pretty sure that
we'll resurface somewhere in the Atlantic or maybe somewhere past Saturn.
I'd like either destination. Wouldn't you?
Comments
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i like how your poem reveal rich in a raw execution.
excellent as always
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I am finding
vulnerability
to be quite fulfilling,
actually.
I'd recommend it.
i'd like every destination if i could feel this way. because it doesn't matter where you are if you can let your guard down for someone.
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i miss your writing.
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holy grail
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