A New One
understanding turned into something sweet inside my heart.
My mind let go of itself and finally put this to rest.
I slept soundly,
my eyes only open to the light of a fall morning,
to the sound of your voice while I was dreaming.
I cannot begin to think of summer,
or even winter.
I can only think of now,
of the hotness in my cheeks while I am elsewhere.
Another lover and another poem for love
for not love
And then for nothing and no one
and for loneliness.
I have learned to forgive myself
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