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For an anonymous prompt: "I nearly opened a box that said 'I love you' "
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Drifting thoughts, whispers through the rain-drenched air today, sift like light
below the surface of seawater
undulating, a voice
glides across my sentience (words, echoes, senses, it's all a shade, a shape of matter swirled and woven into an essence, a being, you
in your effervescent heartbeat)...
What does it say about me if I keep finding your face contoured in the pareidolia of waves as they murmur over the sand? The surf and I, intertwining senses.
Maybe the consciousness billows in space like ribboned kelp in the murky ocean depths, humming frequencies, a cosmic whale song,
our hearts
like some sort of cohesion;
heartshapes in sand, words etched roughly, and my fingers call out to reach, to feel, to know,
yet we sift through this distance like light through the water surface, echoing, glimmers, and somewhere in the comfort of my ventricles, the feeling lingers — I love you.
© Anna S. 2024
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We are trailing through existence
like veils of clouds, intertwining filaments...
I want to believe into something that is something
but everything is so misty at the moment,
this fog
that settles in across the lake surface...
I think I look ahead and wonder,
just wonder if I can discern,
and the surface is so serene,
placid,
my hair quivering in the wind,
strand by strand,
the wind's fingers are so apt,
able, gentle...
I miss you, and yet I don't even know
what you look like.
© Anna S. 2024
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photo and words © Anna S. 2024
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We file howls of wolves right there on the shelf
beside the fraying fishing net and the verdigris bust
of someone bearded, someone
of note once, yet now left
a mystery.
I see hearts billow
like mist, seashore as melancholy
as your mind...
Your breath
ruffles the feathers of my imaginary wings,
glides over my scapulae and contours
my shoulder, nape, and
I wonder if you wonder
what it would feel like
when my heart belongs only to you.
© Anna S. 2024
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I remember the echoes
whispering through the wisps of time, hints
of familiar yet far
so very far away, and yet so close I can almost
reach out and touch
your essence, you, your heart
under the moonlight, in the universe, we are
like stars
in a serenade of time.
© Anna S. 2024
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Love in a Liminal Space
There is an epicness
in the richness of a sigh, in a dreaming, sleeping mind
that lets you see,
lets you be
condensation on the glass, and will you hold me
like the water holds its spirit kin
along the rain races, spinning drops of souls
in their orbit, gliding along the very same
glass
of an inconsequential window
in the universe.
© Anna S. 2024
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Just feel, just feel, just feel,
and I think it is so simple
yet
the layers are much deeper
than garnish,
much harder
to reconcile a heart and a soul
with everything
and nothing.
If only you were like dusk at sea, serene
and comforting
around my shoulders.
© Anna S. 2024
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The crickets chirp, sometimes.
I bob through days weightless, gravity
releasing its hold just enough
for it to seem like beautiful peace, then
pulling
on invisible strings
like a celestial puppeteer.
I hover like a hummingbird
in the vacuity of being, seeking out
your petals, your scent
via tuning into frequencies that hum
and trill
through everywhere and everything.
Everywhere.
Everything.
You are there. Somewhere.
I twiddle the dial of the cosmic radio,
listening, listening
for your heart's beat.
The crickets chirp. Sometimes.
© Anna S. 2024
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listen, the aether hums, and I
hum as well, skin bare
as rain, layer upon layer
shed, washing away the longing
and the loneliness with the dregs of murky
paintwater, watching it swirl
down the drain, warmed
by the love within.
© Anna S. 2024
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Oh moon, I beseech thee send me revelations,
I bequeath the ancient burdens away to the past of day
and revel in the truth of your knowing, belonging...
my heart is a like the dancing of sunrise colors, iridescent, like the parhelia grins
of the sky
and somnolent sighs of nature, beautiful,
and I billow with the leaves, branches,
and spirits of dryads.
© Anna S. 2024
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Astrology
Seastorm-blue
and a side of gray, of those irises, I still wonder;
somewhere, you orbit,
a distant celestial body in a web
of constellations and trajectories, asteroid belts
and a heart, beating;
somewhere, you are math and particles, a tapestry
and a traveler, flexing your muscles
to remember how to fly
and yes, you too had wings once, we all did,
before the mix and match diatom mosaics
of time
reshaped them;
somewhere, we orbit,
and sometimes distance
is only until our paths converge.
© Anna S. 2024
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Wolf Moon
I linger, the moon
veils in cloud
and mystery;
a trance
of its flow, whispering, murmuring
and I forget
all the renegade minutes...
tonight, they call her a wolf, howling
to ignite a soul, or is it a heartstring pulled
to evoke a memory unmade, a pondering
to recollect you
from the folds of existence.
© Anna S. 2024
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Mystical, that gaze within the clouds,
a nightly phantom, she haunts the minutes,
tracing our hearts
with her spectral opaline fingers.
It's a song, no, a serenade,
and I blow her a kiss
as my hairstrands billow
in the wind's touch.
© Anna S. 2024
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My mind walks amidst the birches
swaying
with their branches, swaying like
a pendulum in its arcing orbit
to and fro
reaching for your touch,
reaching
for your presence.
© Anna S. 2024
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Like flyaway hairstrands, a whisper
of a monsoon and the crescent moon
lets her essence ooze o'er the mind
I breathe
I exhale and inhale again, one
with the universe, one
with infinity,
simply being, my essence, this
energy, this love in me.
© Anna S. 2024
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A white mare in the mist, her mane
billowing
in the grace of the wind,
traces existence in the sand — imprinting
hooves... feet... a bareform maiden,
I wade into the sea
in a skinnydipping rite and let skin
feel kindred to water, to salt, to the wild
nature
that writes legends in the sky.
© Anna S. 2023
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