My wife is the dearest, most precious darling and I love her ❤ And I want to let her know that she is safe, she doesn’t need imaginary friends anymore, and that I love her with all my heart.
It’s okay baby – Love Peter
askance
her face down-turned : these days.
coffee strained eyes. cried the color out a few months ago.
new greyed view doesn’t suit her.
left a letter draft: sits, waiting
to be sent in five , six
, million years . can’t close the
matter right off?
quiet slogan , printed worn
to defend white
shirts she wears , still , every time.
life spilt errywhere’ , of circumstance , born
so , see.
and when there’s no step backwards ,. every. one we
tentatively spoor ahead.
inherit
finally I found strength I abandoned
, with benefit but
large much struggle. This is the only
thing: let it burden me. You
deserve my honesty, I cannot
allow for
your intense stare, it knows
me inside out. I could
never deny a thing, nor admit
to my want till that brief happy end, so even
now down widely echoing
hallways maybe is
my barren, reverberating reply.
tides
madness to your methods
I listen to you, I do
though stubborn
more comes into my head
then floats out. I swear
loose
finally now when tired
, my words pick up pace and
my whispers thicken into the
accent of
one whose heard others speaking with it all
her life , and-
rarely did herself
, unable to
face the glorious ease in
letting go of
denying myself.
playing the largest part
in this was my inability to
disclose: for the
situations never deem appropriate, and
I being always stiff , every time
like nails stuck in an old board,
so quickly felt the difference
between sitting
and standing, bent
knees. change of
position a rare
glimpse of comfort, so
valuable.
but here I am
, so snug
where my lips easily sink to
homes’ tongue, my words thicken
back into unguarded, grateful
safety.
here it is lovely.
Teddy.
Arms always in an open stance
prepared to hug
my teddy bear
sits quietly, awaiting my return.
Patient, he is never
unprepared to
offer me comfort.
Crossing your hands around
yourself, you are
purposefully preventing me from
showing my affection.
Purposefully you spurn me, tease
my heart.
You cut me to the core.
So you I leave,
to my teddy I go.
Poor teddy.
He’s a real man:
content to lie on the bed
or be tossed to the floor in fits
or sobbed and gasped into when I need to hide
my face, despaired.
No matter what I can return
to his embrace.
encourage me
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skipping
power lines cut across to the window one
shoe up, show down
don’t know who it belonged to maybe they
are still around wearing
the other one when at
home with
thick socks.
Bit of a…
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known
i’ve known you well, and you’ve known me too so badly that there’s a hole in my soul where i pulled things out and gave them to you. no matter how slowly who it is i’m walking with , inside … Continue reading
