you are shades of green,
misinterpreted.
ancient grass of words
which speak rhythms to me.
my heart, unbinding lives
of languid time.
lost
you are loosening
my lucid lines of living
with your hands
inching in
without words.
stitching all the places
unworthy of regret,
into phrased phases.
misinterpret
my understanding
of what this is…
simple
sacred geometry
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