Sunday Blog Share: Clasp

Myths of the Mirror

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Clasp

by Candice of The Feathered Sleep

I miss intimacy

not the kind that comes with notches

but holding back her hair

spooning her smiles

into my lap

she claims my whole in little hands

where I see the flush of cheekbone

eclipsing against wool

if leaves fall outside we do not

clear them from dry grass…

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