everything, please just come to life, in the midst of death, and let these arms gather, gather, gather herbs for you from the garden and build you a meal that will you make you feel at home. we can have a fire and we can have some tea and we can read a poem and we can have eyes that smile, even in the midst of death.
everything, please just gather in a home so warm with laughter and i am not running away, i am just finding respite by the ocean. i will know as much as there is to know about the land, and wouldn't it be great to be a midwife? and honey, we will have children just because we can't handle how much love we have.
he will find me because my eyes, like a lighthouse, are sending search signals calling lost ships home.
it's weak to admit that i am needy and i am tired of being alone, but i am weak and i do so much better in love. i've never proved anything by my independence except that i am a wall. i don't like walls, and my defenses are drained from weeping, and here it is:
i am waiting for him to find me.
1 comment:
"and honey, we will have children just because we can't handle how much love we have."
I love this! You are quite gifted...
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