new poems, poetry

Feels like

Falling out of love feels like:

     burning smoke in my lungs

Being a mother feels like:

     endless vibrating sensations

My body feels like:

     sweet acceptance

My daughters hair falls long

across her shoulders.

It’s beautiful and

haphazard and

transient, 

just

like (human) love.

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