Feeling Around

A lot has rushed through me today,

Surging like

Bruised blood through wounds.

I daresay,

Love rests inside

Hardened coccoons of language

Making every word

A bandage

Over cuts.

Let's bring it back a notch

And touch the air

With fingers bare

tracing feeling.

And tongues

Licking dust

From ceilings.

Just hold me.

I understand

Weather is subject

To change.

But I've only

Scratched the surface

Of why umbrellas

Need rain...

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