Saturday, December 16, 2023

interlude.

morning light 

falling softly over

objects in the room

delicate textures 

adjacent under 

covers


nostalgia is

silent aching


the belly

the heart

her hands 

his skin


she is 

too sensitive 

for this 

world


love is 

an animal

space flooded 

squirming under 

pressure of

drowning

 

he is 

too tender 

restrained by 

anonymous

distance

secrets behind 

locked doors


she is 

a bending 

field of 

wildflowers 

sun blazing 

golden


an emptiness

in his chest


© 12.16.2023 heather brager




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