your words provide
safety for me
just knowing perfect
love exists
saves me a little
more and more
every day
~*~
I try to hold
back from saying
every word
inside me
your better knowledge
forms rising pockets
of relief
I gaze
trying to visualize myself
as you see me
~*~
squinting in
confused disbelief
your hand
thrust out in generosity
I grasped on
saved
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Wonderful
this is very intimate and very beautiful
Terrifying...and beautiful.