Mishy Bashert Poems

I do not deserve love
Says that voice
In my head
That tracks
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What if…

I do not
Don an outfit
...

I know your insides
Balmy blood, squishy organs
Thudding heart, expansive lungs
I run my fingertips lightly
...

My part-time husband
Has the bluest eyes
Their intensity envelopes me
Upon his arrival
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Will you marry me?
Not now
Maybe not
In this lifetime
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His glossy curls
Fan her face
As she lay
Against his chest
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Glassy eyes
Tightened face
Lips locked secure
Holding in your insides
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