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Tag Archives: love
if we are one
if we are one like we said we were & yearn to be still then come without bitterness & I will abandon blame & we will fuse this broken thing we are into wholeness together
enough
I think of you less often than I want to & far more often than I should, but, I have learned to savor unexpected sweetness when I find it & whatever quantity is available is sufficient, like a hummingbird, feeding … Continue reading
Borders (Walking with Jon)
Not lovers yet, we passed long nights walking together, our summer sandals marking minutes on cracked sidewalks as we continued a conversation we swore we would never tire of or finish. Once, we walked into another country starting from my front … Continue reading
why we love
because I and you melt & diffuse into an us of limitless joy; your you & my I ourselves blend & abandon all other possible we(s).
unnamed
before I knew words to pin down & catalog each feeling, before I could use this voice like peacock feathers to stroke, or silk to seduce, or a razor to draw blood, about 5 times in 45 years (yes, I … Continue reading
of the more
of the more you are the most & my smallness leaps to the tallest feeling of this pouring like water into me & escaping this mouth before I can dam it love ****Why is it lately these Cummings-like images enter my … Continue reading
It’s only too late when you’re dead
my mother & my father’s brother took me out to lunch after they got married sweet to see her blush & soften like a girl when he took her hand & he smiled like an Olympic winner, only with less pride … Continue reading
Susan Daniels Poetry 