Elope with me there
Where wood suspends over air
As the river flows
Back into the sea, breathing
our embrace unweighted, free
My night, wait for me
The stars will align, one day
Our tether will hold
you hold a space here, the one
even when I pull away
In twilights hushed words
sway in the wind, met dawn’s light
a marked emptiness
Lured by Lucifer, heartache
Strong and dainty thread, consumed
The whole of us gone
Fluttering butterfly wings
Hold memories, deep
Float into parallel time
In that liminal space, yours
sweet nothings, drift on
an abode, willow trees sigh
Where the soft wind breathes
soft and slow, held to secrets
A canopy of our care
Infinite blooms
Blue hands collide, fingertips
bleed into purple
Azalea, a sense of
lifetimes wandering alone.
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Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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I like the way the last thoughts seem interrupted by the line breaks. Good use of formatting. A sense of Lifetimes wandering alone is such a heavy final line.