part of me brushed
cat-like against you

batting a teaspoon, grazing
your shins, my whole body
a question mark:
(where did you
come from? how have
you been?)

as always, you crossed
the room to let
me out, and let me in

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5 thoughts on “

  1. ~Lady Day says:

    So…I’m just going to start tweeting everything over here:)

  2. SwirlGirl says:

    Thank you so much!

  3. louiville says:

    I like the way this starts gently and the misty sense I get when reading this poem…quite magical.

  4. this is beautiful, and it is the way…open the door and we have created a or out..the flow… xxx

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