My stubborn heart

Listen here


country fog


Far from sleep

my owl’s lonely

cry disperses


brume across the

sleeping fields:

lost chimney pots


I think of you:

my stubborn heart

unfolds its petals




A world unrolls

from fingertip, &

I’m Scheherazade


spawning tales

for fools, while

you a songsmith


crafts each note:

a spell that I can’t

match unless we


match, this last time.

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