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Pistil said:
He said, “Sing” and I tried to sing.
He said, “Song” and I tried to carry the tune.
He said, “Sang” and I longed for the refrain.
He said, “Sung” and I had to let the echoes go.
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You wrote this?
Wow.
The daily, weekly, or whenever it occurs to any of us. That seeking, that madness, the space in between. It is sometimes a struggle, sometimes a pleasure.
 
ConTextual Love

Lady, you are a wonder to me—
how I can feel such tenderness

for a woman who is so real yet
only in the lonely intimacy of words.

This beautiful tender tough girl
of a woman who has spun herself

around me and taken me to a place
I can never reach yet never release.

This swell of feeling real as any
I've somehow never felt before.

How you have opened some door
and come into some place in me

with the light of so keen a mind
in the edge and tilt of your wit

and a bedded imagery that more than
all of the above will always live in

the afterglow embrace I would wish for—
the ember cherished more than the flame.
 
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