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coming back to me now (after leith ross)

creativity

crawls into my

arms like a tired dejected child

and settles

her head in the crook of my neck.


forgiving, tired fingers

rake through hair // images flash //

apologies crumble


like an old lover

like a planet i used to

live on like a star i used

to wish upon


like a constellation who knows

all my

dreams,


creativity walks into my life

like

slipping through the

door after a snow storm.


my poems

leave the door unlocked

( as do i, for you )


and in walks

this strange young girl.


and she settles on my lap

and

leaves her head

on my collarbone.


and i trail my

love down her throbbing spine

and ask

her

would you stay with me

and she

shuts her eyes

and promises she feels safe now.


i’ll take care of her.

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