space

liminal

shifting focus to the place inbetween

the becoming

once again moments beyond

an ending

strip back layers and dwell

heart rending

focus on peace of the liminal’s

teaching

be quiet and unobsessed, wait for

a new thing

it will come, it will come, be ready to

take it in

pre-flight groundwork before

embarking

it is ok to not know where, how

or when

space cleared, a gap for

the beginning

Like a Lover

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Sometimes he treats me
like a lover
the drape of coat on my shoulder
finishing touch, perfect object
of affection

the night where
we fell
no, not like that, but still

I wonder if it
could have all gone to hell

the patched-up,
still-brilliant tooth smile
of shared belonging

our concurrent ways
hurtling through space

time spent, time wasted
so wasted…
the wax and wane of
sun, moon, stars
and
guitars

My sometimes brother
my almost lover
we are

like sibling planets
whose
orbits align