Connection


Our connection

fell
like leaves do
on
wind-blown days,
and
just like most seasons,
our connection
will usher
in a
newness
and a growth will
dampen
the ridges
of
our beautiful
life.

M.C. Davis

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On Waiting

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We’re waiting
for
the tides to change,
in
their
solemn
swerve and flow,
like the Gods
used to
do
in between
their
deep and subtle
movements.

We’re
waiting to be
called,
in
so many characters
and
syllables,
to the alter
to
expense our love
towards
one another.
See,
we’re
waiting
on purpose,
and with
a sexiness
on the brain.

Let’s keep waiting
since
our time
has yet
to
come.

M.C. Davis

My Heart Is A She

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My heart,
she gets lost at times,
trying
to figure
out
the numbers,
theories,
and fantasies
of
our days together.
She gets
lost
in the gaze
of
the moon,
and
the touch
of the sun’s embrace
seems
to give way
to
a new
type of freedom.
Often,
she
gets to
let
loose to the wilds
of
the woods,
where there,
if she’s
lucky,
she gets to
find
faith
in the
ease of movement.

My heart,
she
gets lost
at times,
but eventually
and
without too much
hassle
or discourse,
she
finds her
way
to you
patient
and
willing.

M.C. Davis