Journal in Verses

My Glory O

February 22, 2016

To an old friend E.

Eleven years of soft smooth skin
Your hungry hands,
Quiet, questioning,
Waiting, tired

Still a friend.

Now this song
Makes me
Quiet, questioning,
Wondering
Why am I rooted in you?
Are you my country?
Are you my home?

One more from the vault, dated June 2008.

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