shuttling a breeze through my house
by letting the windows out
a swirling promenade of leaves
ego-centric, centripetal motion, i think
i hang between two caves
to be with you and
always to be alone
but today wasn’t so bad
i invited someone into my house
i fed and wrapped them
in my blanket of murmurs
and whispered joys
little by little
some part is
always escaping
but don’t let it go too soon
too soon
let it hang
softness in the mouth
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