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I [heart] you lovely husband
curled up together in our stretched out recliner
cheek to breastbone
loving the sound of your labored breathing
as we both struggle to stay awake
watching Saturday Night Live
all cozy and such
knowing we should untangle our wayward limbs
and hobble down the hallway to the waiting warmth of bed
but this feels too good
to let go of it just yet.

Daily Prompt: Cozy

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Confession may be good for the soul
but there are things I cannot tell you
secrets that might shatter your heart
atrocities that occurred a lifetime ago
opinions that are mine alone
things that today matter not in the least.

And besides: whose soul are we talking about here?

Yours
or mine?

Yours doesn’t need the pain
and mine needs only my own absolution.

And that, my love, I’m working on in my own sweet time.

Daily Prompt: Confess

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stardust and pixies
Dark Shadows and Salem witch trials,
ethereal creatures on my mind.
strung-out childhood memories of
fireflies & Purple Passion
Life Saver books
(butterscotch, my favorite).
six girls in the back of Dad’s pickup truck
take me home country roads
sunlight stretching long and bright
unending summer days,
winter’s blast providing other joys:
snow forts, sledding, skating (always) on thin ice.
oh, to be the young girl I once was
with the opportunity to seek
the potential that hid itself from me
but knowable had I only thought to look for it
and to believe that I was enough.