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Something in the Way


the flutter in the leaves 

brings with it spring

a wanton sigh to clean my lungs

my pooled hands 

catch dew from your cheeks


these days I look closer 

to the fractals across petals

to the shapeshifting of the sea

these days I feel more

caring of the way I kiss

cautious of the way I hold

learning from the wind’s curls

to find gentleness in my fingers and tongue


something in the way

my heart thumps like boots across gravel

my hands itch to stitch together 

something in the way 

I frantically search the clouds 

for a sign of sunlight as my guide

something in the way 

I love you

like I could not breathe otherwise

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