A freeing, I imagine, is the gift we’d gift eachother
Leave the striving and othering to striving others grasping for some brass ring
Leave the grasping to the ocean waves that want more of the shore
A new ocean and eachother’s, I know…gold rings…free
Burning Bush Moments
And then, daylight
These rectangle rooms
Tangled rooms here in my heart
My heart feels alarmed
I promise, Ocean
I will love you all the more
Should next week it rain
You’ll leave, not be left
Riddled by early love-bombs
Hungry from breadcrumbs
You had good bones
Such good bones, boy
It’s that thought that found me
When you found me, boy
So I let you stay a while, sit a spell
Set a spell on me, boy
Marksman, Sharpshooter, Expert
Shoot, boy
You took aim
You took me, boy
Set your sights
But whose site is this anyway, boy
That needy, narcissistic arrow
Was not the way I needed you, boy
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