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 Aug 2020 ScriptedSilence
Prevost
Nestling your heart within your heart
For the two are separate
The heart you offer
The heart you reach out with
The heart you give

And the heart that is yours
The heart that breathes aloneness
The heart that lives alone
The heart that needs nothing
But you…
I have no children
The last of my line
Perhaps that's why
I write my rhymes
So some wee bit
Of who I am
Might come out
In my lines
Do you understand
My plight
When I reach my end
There will only be
My lines
No flowers at my plot
To tend
The way waves whisper
the way the sand answers
the way that we
make love
I sat down to work
until the moon
kissed me.
Then we
danced!
 Aug 2020 ScriptedSilence
charles
i've taken the breath,

quite out of this quiet room,

to think of someone who isnt you.

our sin buries love,

unswept by the broom.

waiting diagnosis,

to prove I'm a loon.
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