... and I will travel

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Honeymoon Phase

Honeymoon phase dissipation, exhausted

with every molecular exhale, trembling

internally, solid on surface as the fiber

friends we know, learning a cycles flow.

Resisting comfort to feel pulsating pain

sorrowful and alive, breach within purity.

Rotations cease to stall. Birthing, receding.

Clarity forms amongst absorbing realism,

creating solace amidst the death

and grace amid the minuscule.

Unsaid Immortality

No reply needed, precisely understood
as inanimate in the eyes of others
we speak, as silent as you are.
Unburdened gestures, a greeting, a place
to lean, appreciate, admire, and envy.
Vocal rhythms resonating through outer skin
penetrating ageless rings, never mattered
as we, one in the same, love and die
produce, beautify, and destroy.

Cheers.

Halcyon and Savage

Winter Folk