Sometimes & Only a Few Times

Sometimes and only a few times (this week) the tears just leak and fall everywhere I am.

My head does not have a heart and my heart does not have a mind ~ do you ever wonder
if others are afflicted, too?            By this bizarre physiological aliment called sensitivity.
[this morning my air mattressed — regretting that allowing my weight to burden
-it has a leak too, you see i sold my real bed and the women who had once
sleepy-hungryTime’d with me there)

AND; (thank you) I dug that hole over there by that imaginary oak tree which sits
beneath a bruised blue languishingly beautiful cloud;

within i have placed everything i am.
Last night by the full moon and my secret (but I shall only tell you) friend. She is
the ball of bountiful light and alive and hums in vibrant tones and she is now our
private secret
we covered the box with mother earth’s blessings and slept there. Growth is
2 parts terror and 3/4th’s pain //wishing it was never a scream that awoke me but
a tender kissed wish-made true )( winds are that thing
you feel when you lose a NothingMatteredAnyWho-thing.

And those boxed deeds me, my friend (and you Now…now now) planted have grown into
every shapedGhostBreathing debt-turned-gold.

The s p a c e s b e t w e e n w o r d s a r e t h e t r u e
m e s s a g es w a i t i n g t o b e e x p r e s s e d /i love you.

:: 06-30-2018 ::

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