le petit morte

holding so weak so shudder and stretch i have seen these patterns before

held and losing

and i was being talked at when you finally got there so i kinda missed the moment

but your pupils dilated
became so still so quickly so lightlikefreefromfear

more clay than loam, roots and little pebbles
mint and rose bushes
hold and continue, release

days slip by like years. i am filled quietly, and with grace. cyclic, rippling, and condensed here. sensation heightened.

there is no love lost;
there is no lost.
it may give in like a sinkhole but
you are on the right side. you are the force -
the push.

movement ;