11/11/2015
5:21 AM

lace
tells a story
you already know
when night wraps
her empty
around

odd sets of linen
softened by stone
are stored
with the rest
remember

silence so sweet
no words could compare
touching on places
left of us
there

flannel I bought
the same thread of grey
as your eyes
a river
destinies trade
for moments
belonging
like the hush of my name

whispered
somewhere
tonight
cotton worn through
by yesterday’s prayer
love
unimagined
by lace

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