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FOUR, by Colleen Laeger.
The numbers climb and he asks why I count.
how many it takes to show me
part of myself.
not about the boy anymore.
about the whole he carved.
about me. And who I want to become.
thought I knew, knew everything there was to acquire for the soul to
I was wrong; naive about the self and where the soul can be pushed before it
the trepidations of committing, of giving yourself to another, weighs
you sit still long enough to hear the breath, to hear the heartbeat of the
laying next to you -
Quick love, slow love. The love of being. The love of touch, their hand on
your face, your waist, pulling you closer.
rush of being in the moment and not on the sidelines.
I will keep counting.
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