sometimes we spin

there is no pushing away,
no abandonment,

sometimes we pull our lovers close

sometimes we spin them
across the room

there are no absolutes,
though we may scramble for static
and pray for a statued savior,
stowed away in musty books

I am planting the seeds of our freedom
I am unfolding into the negative space
to welcome in positive change

 

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