Friday, October 7, 2011

Day 808: patience

i learned to call you distance
hold you space
find myself hiding in the margins
our movements created
the wake of our displacement
its a current i couldn't keep myself from falling for
today you are now
you are here
you are close
and tangible
you are embodied
and i am muscle memory
finding myself searching for a new way to hold something beautiful
a way that doesnt leave fractures
you werent born in pieces
i was just born with hammers for hands
and a heart without patiences
and yet i am waiting
for you to rise
under me
and for me to be ready to hold you there

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