Trop Habile

Confort sans espace
Vous contrariez
Ma grâce

Ton visage mystérieux
Des galops marqués par l’allure

Ce que nous n’admettons pas
Est ce que nous savons déjà
Ce que c’est
Et ce que c’était avant

Une défense habile

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To Begin With

When nothing bad has taken place

And yet somehow you feel it has
Even your grace is
Convinced

Seeking answers
When the answers
Exist somewhere
Already deep inside you

When you don’t share much
But then you share it all
From your heart
Seeking comfort from somewhere
Someone
Who cannot give it
Who does not feel it
Who could not hear it
When they don’t know

You find it
In yourself
You become
Strong

Strength is light
Vulnerability is strength

Persistent disturbing
Preoccupation with
Unreasonable ideas and
Intrusive thoughts
Even in a pure act
Are toxic

Take note
Most folks are intent
Focusing on their own issues

Revoke the shame
Overshare yourself
Unleash yourself
Do not hold back
Say what is in your heart
You

Say what is in your heart

Stretch your soul
Grow
Carefree

Seek emotional support
Outside as well as in
Manage uncertainty
How much do the things
That you’re worried
About hurting you
Matter?

How can the truth
Destroy you?

I’m letting go
Saying everything
Release the geese

If the ones you wanted to be close
Don’t stick around
You’ve found
From what you chose
To say
They might not be here
Anyway

Let time pass
Check back in
And you may find

It never mattered
To begin
With

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Lover

I cannot take a lover
If I cannot find him
I might have

Your hands aren’t what
I thought they were
Mysteriously
Somehow lighter
Than before

Your lips so lush
But not as ripe
In sober light
For tasting as
They were
When your
Tongue was
Warm
A week
Ago
In the
Dark

Trees recall
Our memory
Like your spine
My favorite tree
“I’m not a tree,”
You said
I disagree

Arms around
Stretching out
In one another
Streams of sunlight

Cold yet
Sublime
Concentered
Dreams
Unspoken
Gestures
Want
Me

You
Wearing her gold
Would you
Wear my stone?

Interpretation of strands
Random hairs
Dancing on our clothes
In the wind
Is this one yours
Or mine?
Perhaps its ours
Or just the dogs

Standing between graves
Positioned
Like the beginning
Or the end
Of something

I’m sure it’s
Both

And still
He wants to know
Where is
The gin

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