a song i have written for you:
about tattoos i refuse to reveal
about every thought that changes expression
torn open
wondering if the surfacing is healing, or simply surfacing.
i could describe the room unfolding every night
your favorite peace drying out by the wood stove
this may writhe you. this is just my mind floating outward
responding, yes?
where is free will? in my honest smile and love for you
or in the unfolded reality that isnt as i planned.
is this your plan in your power, in your dreams?
how will i return to you what you say you give
what you want for me in this frigid world
this is your song, my gift, for your gifts
it will soothe soon and i will see it for what it is
not how i respond to it.
blessed be.
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