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You spoke to me in tongues

My body ached to speak that way.

When you touched me my bones sang.

In the burnt ashes of the fire, I tasted a stone

and found it sweet.

I knew you were only my temporary

shaman

I could feel our paths…

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Jan 12

from istock

I wanted to tell you

all the crooked and shiny ways that I loved you.

how the smell of the earth reminded me of holding you close.

how you looked to me like a bent tree, weary but strong.

I wanted to tell you

that I saw myself differently now…

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Lynne Thompson

I always wrote (first poem at 6 years old). Tech writer by trade. I have a podcast The Storied Human: see my linktree — https://linktr.ee/StoriedHuman