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we make do.

we make do.

we eat worry with yesterday’s leftovers, anxiousness swallowed down with a bit of bread that we bought with loose change found between seat cushions years of empty pockets have left us accustomed to its stale taste it will be another long day today the poems will have...
she is summer.

she is summer.

summer always reminds me of her, the feel of line dried clean sheets, the smell of strawberry rhubarb jam being made in the kitchen along with fresh bread and fig cake with pomegranate i wait by the window for the june rains, the heat ushering in wistful memories of...
i am in love with your light.

i am in love with your light.

i dropped through the gray fog on a wild flight beyond the edge of night, and landed in the colors of June i fell into a bright burn world raining roses and stardust i fell into y o u r world, all spring breeze and a summer love covered in sunflower petals, and i was...
the light.

the light.

you followed me home, to the place where shadows bloom darkest, and let yourself in dressed with the sun’s secrets on your skin all crystalline beauty and pretty petals and green-garden-glimmer you looked like a heartbreaker with a smile that sparkled and those coffee...
sunrise.

sunrise.

i stood beneath a shivering sunset, wrapped in the soft brutality of its fading light i listened to the night life heralding the coming stars, and i remembered all the wishes we’d made from cold balconies on lonely evenings, all the promises that were whispered even...