the urge to journey home and be alone
to see the spaces in words I say
or yet unspoken, hear the underlying tone
a summer's heat with cold, sweet sorbet
why do we forever ponder what to do?
rats, bats, and cats live with little thought
yet I'm still bound by what I thought I knew
in meek recess, my mind is deeply fraught
come out, oh sun, play with me so lightly
nuzzle my neck as trees now start to bloom
so deep the moon's slumber, wise and calmly
another morning, I put on perfume
in this quiet life within my own home
a love of mine, greater than the unknown.
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