A lonely owl on tree did perch,
Looking down she on hearth.
The missing piece of my Atom,
The Zoe I could not fathom.
That night the elements of fire and water kissed.
Kindred Spirits melding and twist.
At night dreaming of you so splendidly
together going forth by day a reverie.
Lessons repeat, A moth to light.
Old souls retreat—Young hearts burn bright.
Like the chord, all it took was a second key
Unlock my heart and gather what’s within me.
Holding you close, like cards to the chest.
Can you hear my heart, can you feel what’s bereft?
Scars that never healed, callused to stone.
A pebble in a landslide on its way home.
Love gives words more meaning than sex.
Feminine natures much like my ex.
Climbing and reaching out of self dug holes.
find not a lending hand, but Charon & tolls.
Presented with a misogynists end,
Picket line at my funeral—no amends…
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