love, poetry, women

all of it

I’m dogged

Having learned

You only fail if you quit

Pull the pebbles from my

Shoe and keep going

So here I am

And I view this

As with my writing

That it’s something I can develop

As a craft

Like chords on a piano

Clumsy at first

I’ve played melodies

Before but you

You’re symphonic

And sometimes I’ll play bass

Here for the silences

Themselves parts of the whole

The ten second kisses

And the way I’ll listen to you

Without waiting for my turn

To speak

I’m the rough parts

Burnished by pressures

Within and without

But how my hands tremble

When I think

Moments and minutes

Hours

Memories

Private jokes

All of it

Fucking all of it.

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