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We inhabit separate orbits,
axes turning,
gravity pulling us apart.
I search for a tether, invisible,
axes turning,
gravity pulling us apart.
I search for a tether, invisible,
woven out of your laughter,
our half-glances stitching intimacy
into the space between breaths.
I carry this treasure, sealed
our half-glances stitching intimacy
into the space between breaths.
I carry this treasure, sealed
between us— a reservoir
of pulse and promise
throbbing in my chest,
guarded against doubt.
Even those closest to you
cannot taste the flame
throbbing in my chest,
guarded against doubt.
Even those closest to you
cannot taste the flame
I tend, this persistent heat
that grows stronger in absence.
We need space—
time’s quiet chambers to root and unfurl,
even when distance stretches
its pale fingers across our days.
In those gaps of not-being-together,
I fill the silence with you:
your warmth a steady ember,
an unyielding ache that insists
on our return to each other.
.
that grows stronger in absence.
We need space—
time’s quiet chambers to root and unfurl,
even when distance stretches
its pale fingers across our days.
In those gaps of not-being-together,
I fill the silence with you:
your warmth a steady ember,
an unyielding ache that insists
on our return to each other.
.
Thank you for saying so.
Thank you for saying so.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
I read somewhere that this
I read somewhere that this planet hosts several thousand documentable languages. If I knew them all, I still would not have sufficient words to praise the verbal artistry of your Poetry.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Dear StarSpared, that's such
Dear StarSpared, that's such a generous and beautifully phrased comment. It carries the kind of warmth that could light up a library!
To imagine all the world’s tongues gathered and still coming up short in praise… that’s poetry in itself.
I’ll take it as a quiet reminder that expression isn't just about vocabulary:it’s about resonance, rhythm, and emotional truth.
And if this poem spoke to you in that way, then it has done more than words alone could ever manage.
Thank you. Your response is a poem in disguise.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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