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From the
bottom of my heart
I pause.
I am ready now, finally.
I stand tall at the top of
the stair,
slouch gone; hands calm.
And I let myself fall, backward,
eyes closed, mind still, breath held
and released like steam from the
boiler of an engine - a locomotive
built for hauling.
You and me.
Wandering, earth tone quiet
moments of less, to be more.
I am
You are
The sheets stripped down, sheets
of rain, cotton, symptoms of joy.
The pillow holds your smell,
a presence of shampoo stolen,
without shame, from a hotel in Baltimore,
reminding me of autumn and sea
shells, and Cuban cleaning ladies knocking on
the door with a morning paper and my head
between your breasts, resting. In. Out.
The time, now. Please:
Hello, again, don't stop what
you are doing.
I just
saw you and wanted to look
you in the eye once more.
We were two marshmallows on
a stick.
Blackened, on fire
& one.
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