beauty, love, poetry, women

to bring you here

Fingertips against warm strings

Sun on my face

Wish you had come

But you were there,

Sat equidistant

Between memory and imagination

I played to make the

Muscles in your thighs flutter

Wrote to make you

Feel

Sang without tune

But with feeling

Actua non verba

Is my mantra these days

And so, measured out

I deliver the medicine of

My attention

Hoping it eases

The exhausted ache

Of life lived

On your own terms

I played and laughed

to

bring

you

here

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