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.
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.
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.
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