Thursday, April 2, 2015


Day two of Napowrimo. Been a rough couple of days around here. Somehow, I have been lucky enough to be with this woman.


Only here can
I find someone
to listen, not bark
at shadows, run
for cover.
I unveil darkness,
you lean close;
I stumble,
you reach out.
You sort me
like the cherry
sorts blossoms,
like the sky
catalogues clouds.
Only here have
I found someone.

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