Monday, June 15, 2020

All eyes, onward we reach;
gaze manifesting our way.
These lips, cotton-mouthed
and kept dry by invisible
threats and sodden cheeks.
Lashes batting away breezes,
teases and taunts: why butterfly,
you beat so heavily and in peace.
Born of liquid and bound to
earth before tempting air,
you take a form that overcomes
what held you. Up into
the night, we fly. Wide lens
and deep periphery flitting
between our foci. Don’t lie
still. Stir and unsettle. Cover
your full-throated pleadings
with coated pills and soulful
greetings; heal and fill. Well up
and tear. Blink and see, again.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week