the way shadows form
on your face next to me
disrupts everything
my train of thought
an off-track meticulous yearning
benign but sponges in &
I am dabbing at it
an ocean of nectar
sweet sap/ the fruit
of an unburdener bearer
[there isn’t only this once]
–LM
an ocean of nectar
sweet sap/ the fruit
of an unburdener bearer
This stanza was gorgeous!
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Thank you Tom 😊💕
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Beautiful writing my friend 🖤🖤
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Thank you so much 😁❤❤
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You’re so welcome 🖤
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