it is a comfort to slow
my mind in you
to know “I’m sorry”
is unnecessary as punctuation
the relief is release
stillness exchanged
as quiet bodies
practiced by symposium
a newfound trust
in letting teeth separate
from a learned strain
upon unbalanced expectation
what a privilege to hold
such attentive silence
simplicity beheld
by the sound of your breath
it is so tiring to be
constantly a performance
how i love that i can be
so tired with you
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