Waiting for Warmth

the water is running
as I stand before the mirror
waiting for it to warm
to wash, shave and comb my hair

waiting, too, for something else
the coldness in me to go
in the light of a love
that will not run out as I grow old

the winter stillness stirs
my eyes pool
clearing my way
with tears

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draws
pulls
woos me
through the night
each knotted line
wants to unravel
into a cadence

a discontent with
the order of garden rows
it is grateful
for flight
in the open air

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Itch

right there
right there
ahhhh
thank you
without you
there are places
I would never reach
without you
parts of me
I would never meet

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Itch