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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2261745
no time at all
and in no time at all,
the year is suddenly gone.
it's november and it's dark,
even in the middle of the day.
the rain is stripping the leaves from the trees
and jasmine tea steams away next to me.
I have one million things I need to do...

we are approaching one full revolution
and I can feel my changes.
the urge to stretch myself deeply,
but this time,
with you,
so reassuring and warm against my back.
finding all the space I need
and then
tucking myself back in against you.
finding my ease,
after so much time
that somehow
is no time at all.

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