Exhaust (freeverse)


lost in this time and space

enshrined in lucid warmth 

a bond comes to embrace 

words become visceral weapons 

tearing into me

until there is nothing left

but vulnerability

for the first time i allow it

happiness fills in me 

this happiness is tiring 

and i want to exhaust myself in it

with you


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Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.

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