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Friday, November 2, 2012
"Guess what!"
You messaged me this afternoon.
"Guess what!
Guess what!
Guess what!"
"What?"
"Well,
I got a letter from a college,
And I got accepted!"
Already?
"That's awesome,"
I typed back,
"Congrats!
Which college?"
"Unfortunately,
Not my top choice.
They haven't gotten back to me yet,
But I'm still hopeful!
If I got into one,
I can get into another!"
My gut twisted.
Of course you'd been accepted,
But you said
You thought my application
Was on par with yours,
Meaning I can be, too.
"Guess what!"
You messaged me this afternoon.
"Guess what!
Guess what!
Guess what!"
"What?"
"Well,
I got a letter from a college,
And I got accepted!"
Already?
"That's awesome,"
I typed back,
"Congrats!
Which college?"
"Unfortunately,
Not my top choice.
They haven't gotten back to me yet,
But I'm still hopeful!
If I got into one,
I can get into another!"
My gut twisted.
Of course you'd been accepted,
But you said
You thought my application
Was on par with yours,
Meaning I can be, too.
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hearts racing into the unknown,
and I should wonder how those men felt
at the first takeoff into the air,
gusts of wind beneath fragile wings,
if not for loving you.
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it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
I arrive at your body. th
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I am a swaying pendulum
Dangling from your every breath.
I am your natural satellite;
I call to your tides,
For you are my World.
Beloved beyond words,
They could never understand you;
For such sweet darkness
And intimidating sound
As the rhythm of your soul
Soars above humanity.
They fear your presence
The way they fear the face of death;
For you are the dawn,
When the moon still lingers,
A pearl, in the oyster-mouth of the night.
You are there,
In the space between notes,
Between knowledge,
When the underworld and the sky are one,
And all things lose shape,
Hidden and cloaked
In the belly of the cosmos.
For your skin is like light
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