shout

she's held
close her lover's list
nigh on sixteen years
and the interludes 'tween
grown longer

three years
since the last
of a few weeks
of attention
mildly given

she's enthralled
suddenly
she wants it all
suddenly

here I go and I don't know why, I flow so ceaselessly, could it be he's taking over me

catching fire momentously
uncomfortably

the flicker ebbs and flows
dies and flares

into embers, she retreats

her truth a slow burn
beneath the coals

lasts once lit

stillness

in the span of days

stillness

purposefully and without notice

halts the winter heart

in limbo suspended

unencumbered

uncomfortable

and glorious

goodbye ruby tuesday

with the expectation of loss
she loves
temporal and transient

this allows 
for the unconditional
giving she gives 

deeper is the knowing
currency of admissions
she holds safe

as she listens

never alluding that everything 
she does
she thinks, is tinged
with sorrow

and hope
someday

some heart will cling
more than a brief while


"She roll back down to the warm soft ground, laughing to the sky..." Dog and the Butterfly, Heart

green-deep crush

lichen damp

‘cross moors

hard

wood

slow to burn

embers woke

She

desires