and find comfort in ambivalence. the need to give name to everything has gone missing. we explain with our eyes. my tongue rests. my brain smiles. my heart knows.
this winter my impatience grew old and withered. my urgency crawled toward its shelf to retire. and Now appeared bright and modest. eyes closed, smiling.
the warmest emotion melted the boundaries of you and not-you.
of me and not-me.
the shades of blue that appear in your steps.
the trails of warmth you leave in our places.
the yous in the hanging green vines of Lucile. they lunge to touch me as i pass.
you make me lose my adjectives.
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I love this. <3
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