ropes & threads
nooses & lines
08/09/2023 & elation in a small courtyard

skin & bone
scent & exhale
your touch & maybe love, hesitant imprint

joy & passion
silence & silence
the waves & the wind, remains of my ardor

i'll cut them all to stay in control

I am an Eeyore

Trying to be a Tigger

But I usually wind up with

Something along the lines of

"Oh...Bother"

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Despair may be my demise
I think it provides more substance than ecstasy
Adoration and obsession
I believe in despair
My one guarantee
Something that won't leave me

To be in a place
Where you feel
The warmth and the grace
Is a thing that
Don't often
Get replaced.

A rose blooming in a summer rose bed
stops to envy you as you smell the roses.
For two beauties sit in the picture,
but neither is the rose.
The sight of you is a wonder to my eyes,
one that keeps me warm through winter days.
The grace inside you is as beauty
and beyond my words to explain.
So when I fumble my syllables,
embrace me as the rose embraces the rain.