true words are walls
we bounce off them to live.
and the world is touching us all the time just
as originally forests quietly watched our love making—
antidotes for fear.
the mind wishing success in all directions.
who am i to ring the bell of shame
as always rushing over to you like a supplicant
unsecured of my own intentions?
interrupted peace was my only hope.
the undisturbed.
and i like the word longing.
i long for the truth that wakes you up
by my side every morning, so that
we can share some summer light
and a cool breezy dusk
under the clouds of evening.
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