Day 109

April 19, 2022

I read tonight.  I'll post 2 poems I don't think you've seen, yet.

  

I don’t remember how it feels

to be in love.

But I do know how to love

with this strength,

makes me cry

makes me weak

makes me know my skin,

is weak and damaged.

 

I don’t have anyone in my life

that makes my knees weak.

But I do know what wanting to

kiss hard and soft

          is like

          and I do dream of those kisses

although not of

falling in love.

 

Sewing a bond of forever with

thread made of silver

tight and ceaselessly

stronger than my skin.

Resilient and reliable

to the end. 

Spirit shadows fly

between tree lines.

All but their wingspan

movement camouflaged

by early spring covering.