Southern
One inception removed from loving you
Counter
Attack me
Prime
Minutes from not seeing you
Body child
Sweet grass romance
Ice
Better stands
Simple rest rolling in and out
I love your chest
Crush
Moving our liquid through waves you surf
Overhead
Solar baby with dirt hair move me toward
Arms
Yours
Hands to feet to ears to me
I’ll write you one
Butterfly succulent
Held me
Lying at the gates alone is exposure
Pure
Personify
Dangers word play
You want something but they’re not it
Play anyway
Beneath the oaks a word spun in time
Arms out
Run
Stay
Run
Beneath the water I look up and ask for forever
From you
from them
For me
For you
For them
All well on an empty road
Smoke stacks
Dust
Crop lust
Plant hand
Green heat after dusk
Silence
Hazy Acres 
I feel your bliss, your pain, your struggle in this piece. What do you want readers who don’t know your story to feel? Keep up the good work. GWA
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Not so much pain or struggle but the imagination of love and all it brings. Dreaming for my person through experience of the past and the rhythms of taste and attraction. It’s really a beautiful feeling. To see the future through imagination with or without the attachment to someone else.
I want readers to feel the potential of life by being their true self when they read these words. Take a risk, feel the vibrations everywhere. Touch energy. Fall in love. Lose it all. So what.
Much love to you Arbs!