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Again I woke earlier than you this morning.
Opening the blinds in the next room
I stood there watching the sun move closer
a lover traveling through glass spun from sand
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The floor was still cold under my bare feet from the night I wanted to
lift myself into the air and dive back down
splashing into the ocean of our bed
making waves of spice and salt and substance
But for some reason I hesitated…
If I laid down next to you
I was struck with the thought that I’d witness your dreams fading
as you turned and opened your eyes.
I didn’t want to chance what I’d see.
And I knew
I’m growing too used to your rambling distances as you angle into a place
further and further away
But who am I to say you’re lost except to me
even intimacy closes certain doors
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Too often though you prefer to face the wall
While I ? well
Standing here watching you sleep like this
I know now I’m turning towards the sun
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Poetry of Light 
Lovely crystal facet poem, Jana. B
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Thank you for seeing it this way Bonnie … smiles
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So very lovely…a delight to read this morning. The radiance of your hearts light shines brightly in your words. May your weekend be very blessed!
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Reflection at a distance lends grace Wendall. Thank you …
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“even intimacy closes certain doors”
Love this so true!
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Intimacy is out the window unless you have a personal cellar full of dried fruit and an attic full of moon shine … genuine from the moon
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You’re really playing with polarities in such an emotional and imagistic manner…traveling through glass…gorgeous quiet and loud both….
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It’s a delicate balance … most often achieved through reflection. Thank you Steven, for being tuned to the decibel level here. smiles…
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Lovely post. Nice touch the reading and brilliant photo!
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Thanks Vassilis !
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often, intimacy moves like the tide…
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Most definitely, Shimon, I’ve often thought of long term relationships this way… but in the end, I think the tides may be more dependable …
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A spectacular piece of writing, Jana. Truly.
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Thank you Tiffany…it was a long time in coming
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dreaming last night
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honesty
only found
in
phone conversations
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safe
places
in
solitude
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As Shimon above says…”intimacy moves like the tides” … and you find your way back to each other over and over again. It’s those deeper currents that sometimes finally shift the tides. You wake up and find you are in different oceans.
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Jana, Wistful and lovely. The word that first flashed into my mind was “billowing.” You? Power? The sun? Possibility? Yes. Thank you. Xo
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It’s so much fun when you visit Chloe….
I really like your take on this! xxoo
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me chose the wall quite often and reversal at times, turned to the sun….I play my part and they are pretty good too.
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Thank you Arjun for taking this one personally. I agree… there are many sides to intimacy.
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I felt like I was standing inside you with this one. Very very wow. Intimacy made real between you and I. Lovely.
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Thanks Alice….writing this was an opportunity for me to take a step in deciphering the intricacies of a relationship homogenized over decades.
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Wow. Even your comments are poems:
“deciphering the intricacies of a relationship homogenized over decades”
Like milk. 🙂
Alice
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written in light and deep understanding…touched me to my heart…
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