• Orbit of His Smile

    It curves like a secret folding into itself,

    quiet, knowing, a soft spark

    that catches the edges of my chest

    and pulls me closer.

    A quick inhale

    a flash of light between shadows

    and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.

    Tides of unspoken things rise from calm’s ruins

    and I am lost a…Read More

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    Soul Threads

    I linger in green   in quiet poise   He moves in white   in steady poise   Place my heart first   let the world wait   Reaching for green   where the heart waits   Time bends in white light   in subtle noise   Time bends softly   in unspoken noise   In shadowed glances   in unspoken joys   In fleeting touches   in subtle...

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    • Hi Grace,

      The flow and repitition with rhythm of lines is so soothing and beautiful.

      Jessy Jacob ❤️

    • Your words seem to be a reflection of self-content. Being white and green represent two people the picture would suggest they are one.

      This is nice, Curly.

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    City Peace

    The wind howls through my window The fire truck siren blares down the street The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.

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  • Roack-a-bye, Baby

    I know no other way
    the weight of his absence presses
    aching…waiting…
    begging for his return
    as nights close in
    shadow draping me in yearning
    the remembrance nearly blistering
    moments of fierce and desperate
    thundering of twin beats
    throb piercing me
    and I cannot…will not…forget
    saturation a constant
    as…Read More

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    Rock-a-bye, Baby

    I know no other way the weight of his absence presses aching...waiting... begging for his return as nights close in shadow draping me in yearning the remembrance nearly blistering moments of fierce and desperate thundering of twin beats throb piercing me and I cannot...will not...forget saturation a constant as darkness falls summoning...

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