Leaning and Loving


I brighten when she and I mend and bind together.

No religion, no oblivion, just a feeling I wish to hold.

There is no mask I could wear that her fingers cannot trace.

When leaning her warmth into me…

My love understands, my mind…a porch swing.

Something high-strung…

An accident preparing for catastrophe.

When she leans into my darkness…

She leans into the darkness…nonetheless.

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