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 Feb 17 Rob Rutledge
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It is what lies in between the meeting of our bodies,
the gaps which cannot be filled
that hold the currents of all the possibilities.
Leaving prickles on our skin,
places that may look empty,
are filled with a tension that captures every breath.

It is what lies in between all the words that we speak,
when there is too much to say
that hold all the secrets too big for our fragile ears.
So words remain unspoken,
until the air in between,
swells and it swallows us whole, leaving  no space at all.
For some of us
abstractions
can flow too far apart
to gather together
Still we navigate
through poems caught
in stormy weather
Then there those
whose desires gets tossed
into a word salad
of creative thought
Pour on some dressing
romantically obscure
express your victim hood
your poetical fears!
Page after page
line after line
recording
the history of
the Poet kind!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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