There's something
in your presence
the atomic
alarm clocks
and danger
signals
that say,
if looking
could kill then
come Hither;
and the sirens
of the Heart
pour straight
into your ear;
maybe its
the wind....
in the gears
of the mechanism
stuck and struck
at think O'gain!
And looking back,
there's acceptance
in sound silence...
a tolerance
in the arms
to be tested
and filled so
we'll search...
for the lopsided
that was dropped
and left behind
in the 'bods
buried at the
draw bridge
where shadows
dig
through
old signposts
and detours
that have led
to this import...
at which you stand
holding the starting
gun with ready
set ejected,
and waving
in said direction--
On ward!
for the
I-don't-knowing
that will keep us
trying to find
for you,
the right
wording.
05.07.2023
Your love language challenge @sushi_trash
