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Lifetime Monogamy

Asp of the tongue,
I ask, are we done?
Destroyer of love,
joy, innocuous fun.

I slide into depths
safe but cold to the touch.
Warmth is above me;
kindness doesn’t mean much.

A sharp answer here,
a distant look there.
I get the words out
like I’m pulling gray hairs.

Constancy
is costly, see?
Bleed ourselves dry
for the sake of “we.”

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The Confession

Our burnt remains,
or to be more clear, the remains
of warm promises in the night.

Spoken over kisses
that at the time didn’t seem finite,
but then the confession…

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Good morning! My recording for this month is a song I wrote called Satisfied. It’s about holding on to love in the face of fear and anxiety. I hope you’ll enjoy listening. ❤

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Here’s my latest track! I read this poem at an open mic, and it was received well, so I decided it would be the next one I’d record. I hope you enjoy it! 🙂

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My most recent poem and recording, written a couple weekends ago when I had the chance to walk along the beautiful sands of Rockaway Beach in Oregon. It’s called As the Sun Shone. Thanks for listening. ❤

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Let This Be

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
so when I returned to her mine bounded along
like a stone skimming along fair water;
I penciled it in: let this be a metaphor for want.

What I want and what I need rarely meet,
but she’s a rarity intersecting polar opposites
similar to nothing I can think of;
I smeared it on the canvas: just let me be.

Let me be the one to make you smile,
to be the sun in your skies, in your eyes
I’ll shine so bright. This fire by day,
this moon by night.
Not this time. But soon.

With someone else. Better. You’ll feel so much
better than before. Absence only makes
the heart fonder if the rest is placed lower;
I tattooed it on my flesh: let this be known as love.

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Last Night

I blew the dust off the covers
and touched the lines tinged with a sadness
inexplicable but familiar,
like my subconscious screaming
at the rest of me the obvious answer.

I inhaled the dust until the lines
lost their sentimentality.
By theirs I mean mine. What’s mine
isn’t yours (or theirs) when
the what is pain.

I curled up on the carpet
in between closet and bedroom,
blankets a poor substitute
for you, and shivered through sleep
broken and restless.

I pulled the teeth of the beast
called greed, wanting too much too fast
too casually in the grand scheme
of things, intellectual fool concealing a heart
that should’ve been offered up.

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