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Tag: Love
Exaltation No. 8
your love encircles meslow train rides of memory, fleetinga picnic, perfect, ‘neath twisted branchesyou smile as you turn back,looking over your shoulder, quietly playfulfeed me as I drive or do dishessharing what you love with mewe can love it together, you insista sunrise, two… Continue Reading “Exaltation No. 8”
The Reed in the Wind
bend mebend mebend me overgentlydon’t break mesoft pushesmold megive me a chanceto bendto changeonly be patientbend medon’t break me(I fear I will shatter)don’t break mejust yet tara caribou | ©️ 2025 photo by me
The Fool
Oh fool! Fool!What a foolish girl!Follow your heartAnd be fooled!Tear out the roots!Cast down the cost!Believe that loveCan carry you through,Oh what a fool! It never changes,Does it?Comes the whisperSo painfully clear.It never, ever changes.You willNeverBe good enough.You will neverBe enough. The same foolish… Continue Reading “The Fool”
Untitled Poem
that early morning sighsun still beneath the horizonI slip on your skinlike a robe woven in loveintoxicated by the scent of youbut completely soberawake to reality, it’s youthe finisher of my nowthe weight of your hand on my hipbefore you draw me closerthe most… Continue Reading “Untitled Poem”
Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land
They say everything looks clearer at 30,000 feet but I found my clearest sight came while looking out over the wide open fields of Iowa. Breathe in, fresh vision and hope on the horizon. Breathe out, and the troubles of yesterday fade away, if… Continue Reading “Clouds, Like Sheep’s Wool, Cover the Land”
Siri, Turn Off My Alarm
and nowme wrapped around youyou inside meI inhale, you exhalelove like smoke curling from our lipsyou, the finisher of my beingI close my eyes, it’s youupon waking, I am reclaimedyour rite, a rightyour touch slithering softly along my curvesmaking me become a womanyour voice… Continue Reading “Siri, Turn Off My Alarm”
When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River
“This is who I am.” The words rise, though I am alone. I’m not perfect or beautiful or young: “This is me, accept me or reject me.” (Please, love me.) Some minutes later, I park, stumble gracelessly out of the car, hopelessly in love,… Continue Reading “When I Wanted to Kiss Your Neck by the River”
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