I fell in love with you again

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Through the sunlight on another woman’s hair, I fell in love with you again. I heard a soft sound like a flute – sharp breath passing over a tiny hole – and remembered the feeling of holding you in my arms when we were both young, that feeling of holding on to everything I would ever need.

In the swaying of another woman’s wrist, I fell in love with you again. So slight. So light. It swung so freely, as if a stiff breeze could start it flapping uncontrollably, but I understood, in some strange way, the hidden strength inside the long slender fingers trailing beneath it.

Words, to a writer
Colors, to a painter
Melody, to a musician
All are mirrors of a lover’s smile
Echoes of the sounds you made when I was still in you

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Believing

If you believe in the theory of time
You will understand reversal of fortune
If you believe in love at first sight
It has happened to you
If you believe in honor
Every wind will blow right through you
If you believe it mercy
You will turn fire to ice
If you believe there is more to life than what you can know with your senses
Then there is more
Even if you never find out what it is
If you believe in love
Everything will make sense
If you believe in believing
You will have as much as anyone has ever had
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Something inside of you…

There is something inside of you that is not inside of most people. Even though I know that words will never exist for that something, I can’t keep myself from trying to find them.

It creates a strange and beautiful light. It glows. It is the rhythm and the melody behind a song no voice can sing, no instrument can play. It cannot be experienced with any of the five senses but is only more real because of that.

It animates every movement, so that your body curls and bends in ways that no other body ever has or will. But this is no mere animation. It is just as intense when you are in a deep sleep, curled in a ball, breathing loud and hard, with all the muscles of your face gone slack.

In my strongest moments it is fuel for a fire that will never go out.

In my weakest moments it overwhelms me.

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One of These

These walking wounded animals
I am one of these
I am happy today to be
One of these

Like sores that do not heal
I am honored to be
One of these

For way too long I waited
Until inevitably
I turned out to be
One of these

These broken and crushed vehicles
I am one of these
I am sorry to be happy to be
One of these

Lied to and taken advantage of
Who somehow still hold on to love
I am one of these

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The Place Where No One Else Goes

I

I went to the place where no one else goes and though it was lonely, that is to be expected. What caught me with my pants down was just how cold emptiness is. So cold I couldn’t tell if I was frozen or burnt or if I just didn’t love all the way anymore.

II

There were echoes so faint that they might have been the laughter of children who didn’t know why, or the cries of the desperate who didn’t know how. There were shadows that disappeared in the light and others that were lost in the dark. There were shadows that were thrown by emptiness.

III

Prisons with bars are the simplest kind.
At least you know what you are up against
Wars with dead bodies make some kind of sense, at least to themselves.
I promised myself
That if I ever
Make my way out of the place where no one else goes
I will do the one thing that I need to do

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