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My Wilderness

My Wilderness

I have wanted to stay before, but never like this.
Each night, I lingered beside your ear, barely mouthing the warmth of I love you,
your lungs forbearing breath, as though their stillness might keep us alive.
I watched you just outside my window—my eyes, steadily fixed in adoration.
Whispers of I want you in all of the ways.

I hadn’t known that time was withering upon the ice,
as I swallowed my candlelight away from you.
On my darkened porch, you prayed your last Hail Mary,
while your hunger burned for a feast I only let you smell, but not savour—
because I know what such sacred love requires,
and a heart is a precious dove in my hands.

I cherish you, down to the smallest, most fragile part,
whether or not you ever come to me again.

I’m not as careless as I have always claimed to be.
What I am is a wavering willow tree,
so the wind sweeps away everything I long to grasp.
And I have allowed it–
because I still don’t remember my own reflection,
or know where I’m meant to stay.
I replant myself all over a wilderness of meaning,
until the day my roots find and feel home.

Until then, I pause in promise—but never in love.
My gentlest friend, you have altered me.

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Brittany S.

Thank you for your vote and appreciation 🙏🥰

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Rory McGinlay

... I lingered beside your ear, barely mouthing 
The warmth of I love you.

Some really fantastic little bit in this 

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Brittany S.

Thank you so much 🙏🥰💫 so glad the warmth resonated with you Rory

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Hj

Wow love it 🩷❤️

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Ian William

Another stellar composition. Worth reading over and over again. Great work Brittany. 

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Brittany S.

I am delighted to hear that you enjoyed this one as well 😌✨ Thank you kind soul.

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