-see me-
I'm pining.
Dressing my memories
in brims of mid-sentence
hugs and just because.
Days were easier then,
you lifted my eyes
with me cupped in
soft hands, and sheets.
I linger in my
mind, pretending tip toes
and late-night
lessons on love in the
form of sweet slices,
the core what we left.
Naked, bare, calm
and I left us there.
Remember that
where we are is not
there.
I'm pining. Praying for
moments when I
smell you.
Feel you. Remember
You.
-Fake it-
I pretend we're lovers,
like love-making is easy
and sensual is how I
play your motions,
bu tin my mind we're
settled, soft, and still,
sinking before beginning,
as I dream
of other
lovers.
-left @ the altar-
daddy's little girl,
she'll don her tradition
in threads of
white
remembering what being
a daughter meant
to be
or not to be
happy without lines,
lingering lineage that
at least musters
genealogy and genes
without knowing it.
standing alone
captured under a canopy,
new family,
without any story
to call
her own.
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