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she is the laugh

I am the laugher

bubble up from my voice when it’s rising like spring

or should I say I am falling again

a homeless mist / I have not found a place for

as dusk falls over the fields I am deeply settled again

as snowfall over the peaks makes me see you in her shoulders

yet another woman he believed was a mountain

cherry trees in winter hold me confused every time

wind chimes remind me how I like your sound

mostly bursting through every door

you chase it down the hallway

& then some minimalism

speak softly in august heat

the way you twist the doorknob slowly

so only a whisper of air gets in…

all my good problems

put in your hands

when I say you’re mine I also mean I’m yours

spiral wicked witches & I will come to claim them

bucket in hand / even frozen solid I am strong enough now to win

love is no longer / a touch or a face

a whole person I can hold

standing in the middle of it all

I wait for the seasons to change

every tick of the clock

flip of the calendar- adventure

you will continue to rise up in me

& yes graveyards will turn & we will surrender

here’s the hype love

always look forward to now