Miss Ives

poor heart
sealed with scars
beats despite
being full of stars

my love hurts
aches with cries
called out clearly
beneath daytime skies

healed wholeness
sloooshes with the seas
wracked waiting
buzzing as do the bees

all things happen as, of course, they must
always the heart makes room, all will adjust

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