excellent writing. the emotion in this stirs my insides. beautiful imagery.

Hmm..."sacred length"...something about that bit...it seems to stick.

Maybe I've just been reading a little too much Anne Rice lately, but the line "Red hair and eyes in full motion" brings to mind the twins...(yes, I'm aware I need a hobby)...the dreams...the sadness...

There is a certain serenity to this poem, especially in the lines "Crossing lips entitled to destiny/I’m solemn here/Buried beneath"...quite calming...until the end that is, where it seems to gain a sting to it.

Though, do tell - I cannot find a palpable enough image of the "four long legs" holding you.

An enjoyable read, but I do believe my mind is elsewhere...I must make a point of reading it again later when my thoughts are a little clearer.

Wow I love it

"Smoke is the poison to your lungs
Injection of poison slivers
Finding loves long lost kiss"

that is the metaphorical bow on a well wrapped present. Amazing work!

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"The smell of hospitals in winter and the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls"
"There's a bird that nests inside you, sleeping underneath your skin, when you open up your wings to speak I wish you'd let me in"