In a Poetic Pod

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We are among the broken, those defined by a

shattered heart, listless soul; our loneliness,

subtle as the fragrance of Spring,

spreads across the ether; letters of black on

pages of white, rhymes that beat to an unknown

rhythm, graceful almost if not for the truth

of their inability to matter; except to Us,

the jagged edges of our existence

Fit, those of you and those of me,

a bewildered puzzle

 

What is that you say? No, I am

undefiled in you; no embittered

cry for explanation where our affection

resides, almost Holy in a sacrilegious way;

I’m sorry if I giggle when you tease me…

my joy is in the freedom you provide

 

 

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