TETHERED

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JOURNAL #35

slipping away from sleep

thoughts thatch a bridge

unannounced

to your door

yet again

I pet your memory

recalling

the fierce embrace

of your every word

said

and or written

to me

you grow your beauty

deeper and deeper

into the soil

of my soul

which makes me cry

when by your own admission

directly and indirectly

I do the very same

to you and yours

what other word could

we possibly use

than

we have become

impossibly

'Tethered'

in glorious interlock

ever unto

each other........................

(April 2, 2009 855pm)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

feeding that irrevocable pull one feels in one's self.

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