Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

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Someone to hold your hand

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Come trudging
Come baring blunt fangs
Come with haunted sleep
Come
lay your head down in my lap
Close your eyes
Relax your lips
I’ll lean over like wisteria vines
Enclosing our
safe
space

Lay it bare

l i s t e n i n g

Look
a warm breezy field
Undisturbed
Sunlight the color of unripe corn
translucent pale gold
draping like chiffon on thick clouds
Evergreen treetops leaning like sun tired childhood friends
While loamy soil nourishes infinite blooming vivid flowers
Hypnotizing round bumble bees to dance
Monarch wings fluttering in
and o u t of tall green foliage s p l a t t e r e d with wild candy toned petals
An earthy smell long forgotten
streams into sweet flowing water
bending like lounging snakes
along fine sun bleached sand
Rounding into sharp cliffs
Becoming
thunderous waterfalls
Making a home
In scaling limestone caves of quiet majesty
This place is for you

To Rest

To Breathe

I was spooked by the deep weariness in your eyes
skepticism
I smooth down
obsidian roots of hair beginning to grey
turning white at the temples
I graze the moist from your now delicate crepe skin
your veins surface slowly from milky depths like sleeping koi
I hold your cheek as a small ring of hope reflect in pupils
w i d e n i n g In the shadow of moon beams
Irises like molten lava
pleading to be set free
Tears s p i l l
Bleeding into formed crows feet
Free falling
Sliding
onto my thighs
I dip a blue purple bloom in the wet
And brush it on
Sunken lips
parchment paper dry
You ask for
water

A wisteria grows…

May you rest
In eternal
slumber