Tag Archives: love–sort of

Not a Ruth and Naomi Story (a sonnet)

I never promised to go where you led With the blind belief of a burdened beast, My feet following any path you made. We are not a fated twining, our threads Spun and woven to oneness, west and east Meeting … Continue reading

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Not a Ruth and Naomi Story (a sonnet)

I never promised to go where you led With the blind belief of a burdened beast, My feet following any path you made. We are not a fated twining, our threads Spun and woven to oneness, west and east Meeting … Continue reading

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if this were a love poem

I might say once you sprinkled constellations in my eyes and scales went crazy because my smallness could not hold all of what was blooming if this were a love poem which it isn’t so I won’t I could mention … Continue reading

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