Wordle #258

258

Let’s harvest each other like the tides
scrapping the dregs, the filaments
of souls swaddled to death.

The smell of branches bifurcated,
of bodies intimately spun.
I trip over eventualities
two meters deep.

I call to you with a look,
the first of many votes cast.
You give me, you get me
your everything but and all besides.

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14 responses to “Wordle #258

  1. love the last stanza. how your look, and noticing leads to an even deeper noticing on their part in getting you – beyond what just the casual acquaintance might. there is an intimacy there.

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