Toward me . . . . turn toward me, your neck your face, tracing eyes and brows in brightest space. drop into those days of heat and rain and thoughts of winter. slink downhill on greasy grass blades. replay that day, the minutes, hours, and remember the dust on shelves, the next day hides and arrives tonight. i know that look, that turn of phrase i hear it at night, it follows my days . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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What to call it? . . . . . learning to see around the ineptitude of the verb, when “love” is inadequate, a word lingering steps behind, a description by others leaving gulfs of quiescence unable to express the true sense of this feeling . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #lovedoesntdescribeit #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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Eyes of autumn . . . . . swallowed whole by pupils through reflections of desire into new depths of yearning retinal images, gravity’s fire starlit landscapes hand held pieces born in sunsets and fallen leaves . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #eyes #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #autumn #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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Relented . . . . . it was just past sunset when we finally relented. cheeks flushed, skin clammy, forearms trembling. the words sang softly, though the touch was softer. breath hangs and fingers crawl, following our laughter. . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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Anyhow . . . . . dont touch, it said in weathered letters of red, but i did anyhow, both then and now i knew the steps up toward the cliff, each movement deliberate feet loose, legs stiff the whispers of birds and the warm wave above reminding of roads and the long path of love at the peak of the sky in the deepest breaths i saw two, then three and i was all that was left . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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This and that . . . . . sometimes i dont remember the name, a place, that feeling ’til it creeps across the bridge of my nose and flips the light switch to and fro with the eagerness of a child and the carelessness of a cat it comes and goes, the ebb and flow, beside thoughts of this and that . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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Goodbye still days. . . . . In the still days of my youth, when the misplaced fight over entropy spilled valor on the grouted floors, strings held together the miserable choices and easy diseases of neglect and daydreams. I waited for the rush of nights and the dour sunrise that preceded worthless decades, until the moon rose in the west, and the hourglass became a one dimensional fairytale. Still I fought to break the tension of the water’s surface and leave the nauseating detritus of the past underfoot, on the climbing trail, two steps behind me. Then, I arrived. . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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Tonight . . . . . I took my self and laid me down around the room, on end tables, the floor. I did little cleaning today, dust and dog hair, hardly my concern. I walked outside to talk with the moon, told her my story listened to clouds, their asynchronous clapping. If I can’t hear your voice or touch your hair, these will suffice for a moment. These are the nights I need you the most . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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Walk . . . . . Let’s take that walk we’ve been promising for days I’ll show you that crop of forget-me-nots on our way This evening air is so crisp and fair There’s no telling where we’ll end up once we get there I’ll tell you that story of how my best friend died how I still don’t forgive myself and sometimes still cry I’m a good listener too and enjoy a good tale Tell me about your childhood, siblings, and relationships that failed I won’t expect much while we meander along our path Just an ear and a hand and a heartfelt laugh When we pass the tobacco fields, those that even remain, I’ll remember those summers, the heat, and the rains I hope we spy deer, or a hawk seeking prey Or a stand of old pines where kids sometimes play If we walk far enough we’ll eventually meet ocean Step into the tide and let the water rush around us By the time we return we will have opened ourselves Found things that are new, and the old ones we’ll have left And when we walk through the door and sit down for a few We’ll both know this as home, you with me and I with you . #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #writerscommunity #instapoetry #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #ncpoetry #ncpoet #communityofpoets #artofpoets #poetryislife #poetryislove #poemgasm #igpoem #poetryforthesoul #worldwidepoetry

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