Personal Writings and Essays

Memory // Dream

i am ready for the love of eyes gazing

world swirling in pupils palms

i see old loves folding into new

with what reminds of full and happy hearts

my own aches with readiness

a third heart beat

yet it is not present and so perhaps 

time whispers, “not yet.”

“ok” I say. “What is in the interim?

Help me grow my nature for love’s

deepest, please.”

in a sigh the tears of tasting 

both a memory and a dream.

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