"come Outside, I Just Want To Talk" Typa Expression

la collectionneuse (1967) / anne sexton

I think she waited just for us

6/25/24 10:30am

Mid-morning stretches, the world waking,

but the moon waits, patient,

a silver sentinel in the sky.

You tell me you see her too.

Miles dissolve in that moment,

as we sit apart yet together,

eyes lifted, hearts bound

by the moon’s gentle persistence.

She is beautiful, you say,

and in that beauty, we find a connection.

No words needed, just the understanding

that for now, the moon is ours.

I respect moon's unwillingness to be photographed on a phone

I am from the bottom of my heart, an actual fucking idiot.

advice

How devoted the sea is to the moon

Across the vastness, I feel the pull, A force unseen but ever-present, Binding my spirit to yours, As the sea yields to the moon’s silent command. Stars drift in their eternal waltz, Planets spin in celestial harmony, Yet my heart finds its orbit Around the essence of you. No barriers hold the tide of my longing, No distance dilutes the depth of my yearning. In dreams, we meet where time dissolves, Two souls entwined, beyond the reach of moments. You are the constant, as the moon, In a universe of endless flux. I am the wave, relentless, drawn To the shore where you stand waiting.

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