I write poetry
Some nights
poetry writes me
A feeling
an idea unbirthed
a haunting melody
from a song I made into a home
or radio waves
accidentally picked up
without reception
a stranger at my door
Scents carried by a passing breeze
my mothers' smile in a picture frame
a forgotten promise
an undying wish
a blank piece of paper
A memory
of the moon
waning, glistening
like an apology
wet
ready to be kissed
beneath a canopy of pine needles
as bodies of shadow merge with luminescence
as bodies of shadow merge with luminescence
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