Musings #6

I’m sporadic in my love intentions,

Tossing aside the moon for the sun and then

Tossing it back because

I feel pulled upon like the way the

Ocean recedes into the tide; I

Show the places I’ve loved and

Who I have been in small pools

Before taking it all back suddenly.

But,

Oh my darling,

Give me your arms and

I will fall apart in your reflections,

Because you are the one little bit of

Gravity that I cannot help but surrender

Everything else to.

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