A Marriage Of Sorts

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We’re
in a
marriage
of
sorts.
Ours,
to be
exact,
to
do
what will
be;
ours
to
keep
us fixated
in
soft
white
sheets,
filled to the
brim
with
memories
of us
dancing
on
our wedding
night.
Or,
last year’s
time
where
you
forgot
to
come closer,
and
I edged
into
your
view
unnoticed.

We’re
in a
marriage
of
sorts,
and I’m
not
too
certain
this
honeymoon
is
over.

M.C. Davis

Without Those Things

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I’d be lost without those things that remind me of us.

I’d be absolutely still and unmoved without those things that create the sense of urgency for my cells to vibrate in the key of F Major.

I wouldn’t have faith if it were not for your smile guiding my heart to the Universe, and gearing my soul for the long ride ahead.

I’d be left unchanged if it were not for those things that you bring without being asked.

See, I’m just head over heels in love with these things we create together. I’m never without you, and I’m fascinated in the path you’ve created for us.

M.C. Davis

I Am Man

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I am
Man,
and
wise like
words
being
etched
in Red
letters,
and I’m
loose
like
the
kind of
metaphor
placed
silently
and delicately
in
between
two amazing
and
indiscriminate
nouns.

I am
Man,
and for
once
I am
here,
willing
to
do
the work,
and
give
oh-so
much
comfort
to
the world
we’ve
designed
in
true
color.

M.C. Davis