what holds you here
is all you ever were and will be
and your poem can be felt
exhale to gasping for more
inside mirrors and other shine
collected to halls of stone
that eat the sounds, love less respects
if you are done being loved
hold every single breath
hold words
hold the poem
hold waiting to be felt
hold an exhale, gasping mores
hold those whose hands you take
be held by those roses posed
holding any hand taking yours
holding supposed reposed
and holding this thought too
we do dine nicely outside when Summer is in
humpty dumpty
honey in the mortar
fun key lung key
the heart hears dying first
ears, always lost in tree music
birds tuning through cracks in the sky
we sing lamentations for the frogs
the butterflies too follow through
pied piper on the road
every wish climbs
starlight into mountains
where it all began
a hungry rain
sharp knives
humanity
waiting
song enough
EJR ©
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