I become mesmerized in the smallest
Things these days
Like
Placing
My fingertip
On my cupids bow
As I
watch tea run down
The side of the cup
Where
My lip
Once
Momentary
Lived....
But that is nothing
Compared to
standing by my window
in the morning
the sun warming
My collarbone and neck
I see
the
Branches
Are stripping down
Naked
Without shame
Still,
Arms descended and lonely
Just for the touch
Of the vibrancy
They once held
I press my
hand
on the window
the coolness my
twin...
I count my
fingers
for the way I pray
and
remember how
many times
I
handed my life
over freely
without a fight
here I live
between the fallen leaves
and ice puddles soon to form
may I never
lose my
Self
Again
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