.... and the stuff between

Sometimes

Love tastes

like nothing at all

a tepid glass of water

(tinged with obligation

like iron,

occasionally warm, and

sweetened

a moment shared,

here and there

em-bracing

or slightly bitter, alkaline,

given the source.)

Sometimes

love sounds like a heartbeat,

a muffled backbeat to

the Everyday

riding backseat

to our every way.

and it plays on,

unattended

in our thoughtless confidence

forgetting the essential...

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Shannara 🍁🍂🦃🪶

Love this ️

Thanks for taking a look.

I like to read your stuff too!

Aw thank you 🙏