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it was not death that took himbut as I lay here next to cold sheetsforgetting what his voice sounded likeor the way his face still seemedsomewhat youthfulafter that first deploymentand the places his hands bruised bestwhen he returnedit might as well have beenbut he’s out there runningriding a wave of paindrowning in the warmth of…
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I could do itstretched hoursturning dirtquiet nightsturning pagesraising flagsraising babiescontentment with whatthey seeas less but we know is the most I could do itslow, tender, intentional, blameless loveone touch, one desireI couldbut only for him the blood& the bones
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There are parts of that day and I remember so vividly. The sound of the gravel road beneath our feet. The way it crunched in response to our steps was almost soothing.. inviting.. Saying yes, come into these woods, please. I have always felt the pull in these places to go deeper into the quiet.…
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some of us knowthat we are better as a conceptthan a realitywe don’t preach distanceor glorify solitudefor our own peacebut for yours the blood& the bones
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I do love you in my own way. But I wish I could love you differently mirroring what you say you feel for me. I want to want you in that way. I should want you in that way for all the sacrifices you made and the vows we said before God and everyone. But…
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I think the saying goes that years run togetherso it’s no surprise that so many of mine became indiscernible from the otherI have tried to take account of the journey, my journey (even though I hate that word), when I wonder how I got herecompletely unsure of just how much time I spent floating, lulled…
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Do you know what it was like to love you?To watch you leave knowing less of you would come back?The first time I was so proud and so naive. I would have refused to let you go if I had known how much they would ask.And how I’d have to look on as they chipped…
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We don’t fuck .. .. or make love Instead, he consumes me. Pulling me in as if I am the last of all things.. Each time devouring completely.. .. as though sliding into me is the long awaited nourishment he longed for through the barren winters that were the gaps of my presence. As if…
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to be loved in exactly the way I said I neededto be listened to with the objective of understandingto be sought and kept with intensity and intentionto be lead and protected, trustful and trustworthyto be taken at will because you earned my permissionto be desired solely and ardentlymade love to and fucked by you only…
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void. it was the want that was heavyand I knew they could see it, spilling over, hard to holdno levee built that I had knownthey may start down the road with meto satisfy their own predilection or clarityto fill their own vacancybut it’s me who stands alone in the defeathands turned towards the sky, arms…
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The Blood & The Bones 