Wakes Up in Me
She wakes up in me.
She hasn’t called
in a long time,
or wound her way between
the garden chimes.
She wakes up in me
She prays in words
beyond the human dictionary.
She wakes up in me,
I’ve been asleep so long,
All my limbs, grown into one
a twisted tree,
those soldiers moving in.
Hello, just wanted to say that I’ve been reading your poetry on and off for the past year or so and I really enjoy it. 🙂
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