Expecting Me

After anxious attacks i couldn't fathom the

security of transparent trust

In this fifteenth to midnight, the pooched skin that

holds my breath wants fall again

its cresting clutch for a non-purchased, willing

black moon

The night light that butters me as i flutter intuitive

drippings careful and considerate

i am reminded that to be seen is a privilege

the words carved, smoothed, wrapped in silk

and imported shimmer

but the gift can be left unopened

Is it really a gift inside?

a message, an outstretched hand, a eye

locked for a snap

as my clocks enters this new day i can

remove my expectations

Back to my youth, melodies, therapy,

songstresses, loops of weaved hurt

such a creation, a quilt, just a stitch in my vast journey

just a peck after forgetting the tingle from a willing

hand.

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