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Love Letter #71: The Vine

You and I are seamless souls,
but, he is in the midst
of our spirits, our breaths;

the vine that holds these branches.

Let these fruits ripen-
not far from the tree;

winds carry sweetness;
sprinkle stars he strewn,
strategically,

like the union of us.

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Spice of Life

Sometimes, you have to escape
to a soft place where words are warm
like the scent of Grandma’s apple pie.

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Love Letter #70: Remnants

I couldn’t feel the sun anymore
or anything yellow, since you,
except butterflies, fluttering
through strands of my hair,
tickling my senses,
stealing my attention,
like you always did.

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When Empty is Full

I sat
collecting broken pieces
of you.

He rose,
He twirled

until the past spilled out.

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Tea Party

Place settings for four,
Mom brought violets
for the centerpiece;
dolls in their Sunday best,
me, in pigtails
and my favorite dress.

His voice always did startle me.

Grandma brought glue
for the handle.

If only my heart was porcelain.

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Shout (From the Mountain Top)

Should I take
the heart of me,

lay the broken pieces out;

show you
how he put them together
with just a touch

of grace.

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While Watching You Sleep

Blue curtains shade the silhouette
of a cardinal come to call
sharing morning sun;

feathers finding sprinkles of light
like the way dew forms
on delicate petals
and falls upon standing stems
in the shadow of a willow.

I remember that look in your eyes
as we traded stanzas for kisses
upon lips in waiting

and each syllable, pronounced,

would lend a little simile
to love’s sentence.

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