beloved …

this i know …

that without you I am a half-written script,
a pear without lips to suckle honey from it’s flesh,
a song with slow, sad music,
and the evening sky without it’s perfect necklace of stars.

i am unfinished art
and paint trapped in a brush,
aching to be swept into colours that must
burst from the day.

i am an unquenched sigh,
the breath that gets caught inside a chest
when a lover enters the room for the
first time today.

— susan southern-braiden.

( ( ( more of my poetry here … ) ) )

Adventure diva, geek, artist & storyteller. Practitioner of wishcraft. Cooks with visual soul pepper. (You had me at string theory ...)

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