I can barely make sense as it swells
like lichen or love, the secrets it tells
in its hard-earned and happy prison
Drawn between its vague borders
I learn by tracing the link of veins--
times, tie them to how you hold me
sweet/safe for a heart-beat/a life-time
[Picture from my perch where I was reading in the afternoon sun; wearing a faded, stained--but still favorited--summer blouse; marveling how the cherry blossoms are here practically overnight.]
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