Perched on my shoulder, you whisper in my ear. Never really directing, to take me somewhere. Just a soothing voice, with words that care. I feel the calm of your presence, running as fingers, through my hair. Your warm breath alights; soft touch on my cheek. I pray for the moment, you’re not going anywhere. […]
They said your voice was too soft, your hands too small, your fingers too delicately thin, your stature too slight, your hair too straight and dark. All I saw was perfection. They said you didn’t follow the rules, your spirit flowed too freely, your paths taken unconventional, your mind stayed unfocused, your beat rhythmically unique. […]
A breath today. A moment away. Becomes a breath not felt, on any day. Now another breath’s longing, grows impatient, and constricts, in those same passages where, breaths are made. Lingering, trapped, there they multiply, within the narrow confines where, those breaths now stay. Breaths muffled within, lost soft whispers, still hoping to be swept […]
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