Breathing giant
Soft rhythmic sighing
Taking up all
Room’s expanse
Nylon skin whispering
Silkily sliding
Back and forth
You spoke to me
Of gentle times
To come
When I might
One day have
A safe place to
Lay my head
Soothed to sleep in
Clean, white sheets
I watched you
For hours
Inhaling, exhaling
Syncing mine to yours
If only I knew
Where that old
Sketchbook went
I would happily
Retrace your seams
Just now, my
Own breath stirred
A memory of a
Feeling, evoked by
A sculpture, sketched
In pencil
Many years ago
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Striking and self affirming. I love how connected to everything you are, lass. It makes your writing feel like a little gaze beyond the veil into Marie's beautiful mind. I also love the fact that you find beauty even when other things are there too. Love this poem a lot. Felt succinct but deep and intimate.
Gosh this was incredibly beautiful! Loved it so much! 😍😍😍😍😍