The Taut Truth

I feel tautNext to the presence of your possession.An extra person, is convalescing,In this room, built for just us two.“Is it true?”I think, and worry thatA part of me is excited — To taste the excitement of someone else.To breathe it in through every sense. Does that make sense? They say that if I forgiveContinue reading “The Taut Truth”

#21 healing poetry; feel soul in your night

They listened as I spoke my poetry out,making it somehow more real, and less defined, by me,all at once. What’s the word for words that makeyou feel? I can’t remember, but,I know that I recognised, In the choices I made ofwhich words to choose, that I left so many more out. How it feels whenContinue reading “#21 healing poetry; feel soul in your night”