make a tent of this bed
a tear rolling on the pillow
this place of a thousand rolled tears
and the feeling is the same
We all look from this place
and not from another
never fully know or be known
words tangled and tripped on the floor
listen deeper ,breath
sit in this empty
hold this heart offered
and care it deep
no undone to be done
no distance too great
green tea won’t cut it today
fall away and be washed
no snake tongue in this love
but dancing with toes trodden
I will wear your shoes too big in size
to feel the way you want to be moved
– Lotus Indigo shakti Kruse
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