Poetry by Jael
by jael bietsch

Offer me truth, glassy hurt
on soft cheeks, against my fingers
and heart, aches I can't brush away
waiting in dark roaring spaces.

Dedicate me nights against your heart
pressed together, breath and dream,
waiting for the light,
listening for the hush.

I offer you morning
pressed against my heart
to replace the passing light
against the roaring dark.

I dedicate you dawn rising
in clouds, quiet pond,
colors of the morning,
waiting to fill the spaces,
listening to the hush.

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