Sapient sensuality.
I'm seeing games, and
Leave it be.
While wondering,
What is wrong with me?
Self preservation, feeling…
Cowardly.
Severing the child's dream.
Lay bare to the violence,
Of intimacy.
Exchange, or offering?
Depends on a sense,
Of boundaries.
Self care the subtlest reckoning,
Release from the amber’s dream.
About the Creator
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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Perfectly executed poem. Well Done!!!