one more poem, Miss Biscuit, and this will be the furthest I've been from the record number of posts in the Shire

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the world reduced to skin –
a language of the tide,
it's chemical, dimensional –
the feeling so sublime.

impeccable, sensational –
a truth that runs me through.
it’s in my bones, yet ineffable –
this love I have for you.

2/2 🧵

​To trace the fault lines in the soul,
A map held in your hand,
You need the time to be alone
To finally understand.

​A broken bone – in time – will mend,
And grow back stronger there.
The ache becomes a part of you,
A strength you learn to bear.

2/2 thread

(the feelings mostly being a insular layer for me to process and post shit into the void without eyes on me for it (usually). I'm still very weird on main.)

I write my poems on an alt,
a way to pass the time.
I hide my feelings in plain sight
and hide away from grime.

I follow you because I want
to see the joy you share:
Silly things, both baked goods and rhymes,
that shows us that you care.

Setting boundaries is a must
This much we know is true
Choose when you're vulnerable, but
Not at the cost of you

We paused before the rushing End –
A Swelling of the Ground –
Her final Blush – scarce visible –
Two Souls – without a Sound –

Since then – 'tis Decades – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day –
I first received my Little Death –
And gave my Life away –

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A quickened Breath – a gasping Prayer –
A Hand upon my Hip –
By raking Nail and tender Tooth –
A living, sacred Script –

Or rather – every Word, a Deed –
Her Body taut and warm –
My Finger traced a Line of Lace –
To know Her sacred Form –

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