Ghazal: Again

However it cooled between us, let it begin again. Show me the room in you that I was welcome in again. Your shoulder shrugs my hand off like a coat in April, so I pocket both hands, fold all my wanting in again. I ration tenderness now like sugar in a war year, afraid to offer what will not be taken in again. We used to talk until the candle drowned itself. Now our evenings end in the television's din again. What do I miss? Your always-freezing feet at midnight finding mine beneath the quilt, tucking themselves in again. They ask why Chance still sets out two cups each morning. Habit, he lies. Hope, wearing habit's skin again.

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"Tell me about yourself" I'm still finding that out still wondering doubting and dreaming like a typhoon of emotions and being creating new life within me. I am not yet born.

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