GRIEF Poem: amissa feles, by drew w. sinclair

To love with such abandon
That every tiptoe
Becomes its own ballet
In white mittens
Stalking touch
Corralling it
With dire calls
Each shout its own
pulse of gravity
That pulls heartstrings
Inside hands
That tells a story
For someone else to end
With oxytocin punctuation
Gladly, though truthfully
Never settled
for very long
To be a soft factory
Of precious contact
Is to have smokestacks
That billow solace
and stardust

by drew w sinclair

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