W is For Writing

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I want to be like a reptile

We are told –

The curve of your face calls 

Forever you have been the external extension of my heart

It’s hard to imagine something you have never experienced as being something tangible, real

She’s like a heat-seeking missile

Harried fretful days

Throw away all doubt

The dance (tentative at first)

When I was small, you guided me through the woods

notes words wrap around me

no words to tell

days pass into past we can never get them back

the emptiness i don't feel fills me up

Into my head Under my skin

an old woman sits alone

all my worldly possessions

High above rooftops and silent fields,

all those nights spent gazing at the stars