hope

i have become a child of the clouds

one of hope

with out remorse 

a spine of risks

brittle

i barely thought able

of holding myself

together 
let alone another 

so tender raw 

alive and complete

 
yet I

have made friends 

with the enemy

 

whomever

she is
so now I am able 
to make love to our moon
anna. x

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