Eight days on…

the silence stretches, hours have turned to days. dreamscapes doting skylines slowly crystallizes. clarity cracks loudly. trickling tears trail truth reiterated. reality – soft snow showers – becomes a blizzard breaking bodies broken by love’s loss.

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Two poems

WET Wet, barely. opening to receive each thrust as a prayer plunging straight to the heart of God; and fast of pleasure: pain draws God nearer. Dry, this cycle around i carry God’s whispers and keep it Under wraps. Moist, i call out to God living within: are you tired already? It’s not yet time […]

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