I woke up at 2 AM with verse swirling about in my head. Got up to pee and then, looking into the deep pockets of my eyes, convinced myself that I should try falling back to sleep. Somehow, seemingly, I succeeded and awoke again at 3:30.
With the phrase “charming with silence” in mind, this time I wrote down the words of my vertigo:
(the) old bones (of two lovers)
sibilance please,
they’re creakin’
undulating in unison,
they’re sinkin’
into each other.
following in her footsteps, this one fruitioned on the four:
intuition (the intimacy of life)
growin’ old enuf
to know
just knowing
is enough.
no proofs,
no certificates,
no validating stuff,
for just knowin’
is enough.
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