Sediment falls
the valley consumes what is released
into her breast, & tributary veins.
I sluff away dead skin
and the sweat of hard work-
trying to purge today's hard feelings.
Always the strain to be kinder.
Do I risk misleading the heart,
simply by being heartfelt?
Yes, yes, I understand, love.
Do you need the reassurance?
-from the lips of a woman
who you will never make yours.
Other questions find their way to me,
on a dark drive, July's starry blaze.
Whirling within.
Yes, I understand.
I am like a well-
throw in our stone
the one that is too heavy-
I am not sure where it ends.
I am this landscape.
Where it ends for you
is not my concern.
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