free verse
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My love is shelf stable.My heart is best before sealed,for an infinite future. The apparent stagnation is really the exaltation of immortality,the way a feeling can remain at its prime until necessary,the bounty firm against the cheek, waiting. Waiting for an undetermined moment where the seal breaks,where the sand begins to bead down the glass, where you
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How bittersweet beginnings are,because the taste of the fatal end,is still fresh on the tongue. But,
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my hands,from which i divine with.to caress a glossy deckand trust that they know when to pull a sword or a cup. palms up in my lap during quiet morning musings, to invite stillness and knowing into my days.
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To porches, for carrying the heavy late nights and the bountiful early mornings, for the oak to hold our treads, to cradle our sorry existences, to brace us under the lumens. a window isn’t enough.
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I wish you had hurt me more. Or, in a more obvious way.
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Hope courses through my veins,but one nick and it empties onto my skin.
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If not for your sweet curves and sugar lips, how would I know bitterness?If not for your striking grit, how would I know timidity? If not for your heavy and boundless laughs, how would I know silence?
Lashanda Forsberg 