Her Scent is Motion
Within in it, I find no stillness
Nectar pours
I can taste from just the aroma
and I’m ready to feel like
you’re somewhere I’ve been before
And maybe deja vu is just a product of knowing
how it is I’d explore you
If it feels this way in small moments
when I feel you taking me in,
piece by piece…
I know what would go where
place by place
Just a little bit of vibration
A thrill in-between-breathes
You help me to keep pace
Its a small shiver that ripples through me when I manage to look
Into your eyes
It reverberates
Pulse waves radiate
I’m not ready for the full cascade
It comes right to me
When I let my mind wander
To just you and me
About the Creator
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Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
By Morgan Longford2 days ago in Chapters
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