to

to fly on clouds like you
to flaunt every move
to awake with a desire for more
to stay on the edge of a blade
to comb the mind for a word
to feel fully left behind
to place your toe on the ice
to quake in fear once a day
to get, not own, a fire that I love
to phrase the energies correctly
to creep down the road on foot
to flame the depths when you should stop
to sleep or not to sleep
to decoy a waiting prey
to claim that you forgot to…to, to,
to seek the person you were meant here for
to decompress…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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