I am night-heavy,
day-laden,
and tired
wishing for
the hesitant as petals
sometimes rain
from falling
somehow skies
in their blushing
die while I
ever I
remain I ponder
how once
all the maybe universe
resided in your hand
and how once
your hand pulsing
breathed in mine
divine

© Sarah Whiteley

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