I need a breath
With my head next
To the shoulder of a woman
Who understands
The talks, the letters, the motions
Invested rolled bankrupt
Exhausted
Contemplating explaining again
Wanted to be wanted
Permanently
Knew I was not
Had to end
Forget
Open
Love
Fear
Choosing by the hour
Wondering the measure of seconds
If I am an inventor
Wanting an invention
Praying the softness bonds
Melts the scar tissue into a
document of want
Of what I do not know yet of her
Will explain so much more of the all
So maybe we can each
Breathe
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