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 Jan 2014 sweet leigh
Julia
Fester
 Jan 2014 sweet leigh
Julia
Darling, I'm still learning to be brave
with the hole of your absence
festering in my gut
like the fresh wound it is.
But I'll get there.
They criticize, but they don't know
I have Courage in my collarbone,
Love on my lips,
and nothing to lose.
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 Mar 2013 sweet leigh
Julia
The wind blew colder this morning
than it has in a while.
It blew right between my dry, cracked fingers...

You always used to hold not one,
but both of my hands--
keeping them warm and hidden from the harsh
unforgiving world.


This morning, your absence was
nearly unbearable
(and my hands are still numb).
Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,
Your real griefs, and painted joys,
Your pleasure which itself destroys.
Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,
And only what will injure them do crave.
Men's weakness makes love so severe,
They give him power by their fear,
And make the shackles which they wear.
Who to another does his heart submit,
Makes his own idol, and then worships it.
Him whose heart is all his own,
Peace and liberty does crown,
He apprehends no killing frown.
He feels no raptures which are joys diseased,
And is not much transported, but still pleased.
It's slow dancing with you
in the middle of the street,
or talking about our future
in the backseat.
It's watching movies
in the living room,
or slowly kissing you
in my bedroom.

It's playing outside,
or riding in your car,
it's listening to music,
or just counting your scars.

It's being with you
that made me comprehend
why people search for love all their lives
and why they cry, when it ends.
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