A Place to Rest

Everything I Never Told You


Every time love has visited me it has been accompanied by a death spirit. Leaving behind the chill of isolation. Yet, I know I have been blessed to love, to have loved. After heartache, after lesson learned in tears, the chest becomes less tight, the soreness fades.

I long to look at love in a new way, while standing in its light, to be caught in its sight, to gaze up and see Orion shining. to be joined in a long continuance. The hard candies of granite and bone.I long to live alongside love in the fervor of hope, in the heard, seen, and finally fathomable power of a soulheld in place.

I want to feel the brush of love’s tenderness, to remember the constellations I once dreamed upon. I long for a vocabulary built on the promise of truth, in a world where I know the language like…

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