Friday, November 5, 2021

Loving Others Was Easy

 

paradise was indicted. we’d love against redemption. actions vet words.

complete access, inward harmony, regarding reception.

the parish was nearby. we’d catch vibrations. nothing forcing conversion.

storms were tethered. fairy tales are true. I shall not tarnish experience.

agreement is unspoken—behavior is expected—if discussion is needed, it feels uneasy. it breaks romance.

made nauseous by absence, uncured for promise, latched inside.

where have I gone? paradox chains weather. can it become human, too human?

across the park, near a garden, sits a novelist. she scribbles for hours, looking intently, biting her pencil. I ask if others approve. I ask if it matters. I need to know if it’s intrusive.

down a pathway, along a xyst, far in the regions, is a bench. I didn’t sit.

she carries a notebook. she writes long poems. I have read some. she’s an artist, it comes with blotches, she shall extend her hand—flaunt her muscle—and push forward.   

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