Every word you said
Unravels and re-spins
They knit and knot themselves
Slowly clothing me
Building up layers
Textural and toned
Always more comforting
Then continuing alone
I see the sound transform
As it floats from the
Darkness of your throat
Waves stretch and wobble
Then start to overlap
Up and down beats become
The warp and weft
Weaving into fabric
Soft and cozy, they hold me
Your voice clothes me in contentment
Until I don’t need it anymore
Until one day, like a
stretched out threadbare sweater
I realize their time has come
I fold it gingerly, a packet of potpurri
Slide it into the back of the bottom drawer
Where I can always find them
Wrap myself in their familiar comfort
Take a look in the mirror
Anytime I need reminding
Of the precious words
I held so close to my heart
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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