let ing it rip listening to reba last week revised edition/soul love saga

Subjective realities
no public privacy
when you step out
or your home

his hands are always
his kind eyes
rest on me
he’s precocious
in the way
he opens me up

our worlds and rhythms

He loves me to the bone
between fear and home
making love
while conquering
instable future
farther away
time for flowers
time for fathers
no time for us
no more time to play
where’s the divine
praying for justice

just to be


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