close up feather texture wet

up ladders I climb
all my life the night sky.

A tapestry of scars
loose and frayed
wrapped warm under down duvet.

Everything rich and scented with me
my poetry
clicks and sparks and purrs
off my tongue

speaks my truth
feeds my strength
mends my hurt 
and heals it all better

preserves my fractured voice 
in soft, fragile assembly
promises kept on the page.

I know of no greater intimacy than opening oneself through writing. 

Thank you for reading

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