by Matthew Zangen
If someone has your kinder words,
let them hear you clearer,
and listen, too, if your voice is familiar,
allow them a distance to watch you
with more honest eyes, naked and living,
adoring liquid hellos washed in morning.
Lead them with a patient hand,
holding moments loose like a moth;
move for them from light that sticks and burns
into a paler waning rest
borne only by air, led by moonlight,
where brighter sights are needed less.
Posted on 07/06/2018
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