Sustain the flame

he will sometimes love you wrong.
that’s okay. teach him the ways
that you love. like candle wax
working to sustain the flame.

put your guns away
because he knows
all your triggers
and how you ache
to pull them.

he tells you to stop
preparing for battle
every time you drive
around a blind turn

the road will still be there
like before. go lightly
and you’ll see.


Budding wings


“We have not come into this exquisite world to hold ourselves hostage from love. Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.”

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You Who Never Arrived


You, Beloved, who are all 
the gardens I have ever gazed at, 
longing. An open window 
in a country house– , and you almost 
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,– 
you had just walked down them and vanished. 
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors 
were still dizzy with your presence and, 
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same 
bird echoed through both of us 
yesterday, separate, in the evening…  
Rainer Maria Rilke
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