Connected

Jagged words rip across the plains of our solidarity
The operatic tea kettle is singing again
Wondering where have you gone
Funny how your hip bone is connected to my pelvic bone
My pelvic bone is connected to your passion
Your passion is connected to my touch
My touch is connected to your breath
Your breath is connected to my soul
And my soul refuses to exhale when you are not here
Sanity won’t come out to play
In my colorless garden
The sunflowers have closed up shop
On strike until your return
The cruel, hard ground will no longer receive my tears

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