In your palms the lineation
Of a life worn deeply, of a
Life fathoms beneath a
Stringent surface tension
There is no recompense
For seasons unspent, only
The encroachment of a
Premature dormancy but we
Were never ones to defer
Or conform to authority
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Your eyes still suffer
The compression of a
Hunting dog mentality
An intention greater
Than the passivity to
Meekly survive, the
Intention to pursue to
The very last breath
That which meaning
Renders esoterically
Shapeless
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I have seen the horizon
In the artistic etchings
Above your brow line, felt
Your soulful eyes pressing
Into mine in the nuanced
Silence of a publicly discreet
Affection. These moments
Intimately suspended are
Eternal, beyond the clock’s
Insensate curse
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I have known your smile
Awkwardly placed and I know
It now simple, composed in
The grace of a universal wisdom
We are the unsought Buddhas
Of a superfluous generation
Hearts that know how to hold
Without breaking, how to exist
Humorously incongruous without
The need for mutual defacement
(You are too stubborn to change
And through my own means I
Could make you no better)
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In these moments
No longer articulated, we
Experience that which is
Beyond the callousness of
Words, lets not perforate
Love with the appeasement
Of ego, a lifetime of expressing
Has rendered you
Unquestionably faithful
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(Written from the perspective of the female. Submission for The Magpie Tales click the picture to be directed to the site)
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