Definingby Melissa GammillI do not declareour love as the even tones of your breathing -you sleeping warmly beside me on one of my many insomniatic nights for we're hardly the yellow flowers stolen greedily from the road-side -immersed shallowly in a kitchen vase to reflect the perfect home. I often fidget with the twoness of words -like you as want me, as a poor substitute for need supply/demand question/answer but we never fit the molds exactly. In short definition you are landscape and I often the tar upon your back I am concrete and you often the weeds pushing through. We split each other apart while somehow still holding each other together. And sometimes in our deeply quiet moments we finally discover each other again -connecting steadily in the truth only we know. We are then the purple mosses growing beauty --hidden beneath the mounding rocks all forgotten in the shade. |
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