Person
I realize late in lifeWith honest hesitation
Who erases my strife
without speculation
Where time and togetherness
Has become more precious
With each day’s consciousness
Spread across infinite senses witness
Witness to gentleness and intimacy
Writing its story with each caress
While hands held ease crazy anxiety
Sleeping curled together in kindness
While each close touch of affection
Creates a desire for permanent sharing
Inclusion just beyond lasting actions
Where complexity is an instrument
That builds temporary crumbling
Walls slowly dissolving
With each day passing
To a point it is a path clearing
From day one’s connection
Of earnest conversation
A mind merge burning torments collection
Spent coursing through isolation
A trite phrase of truth germinates
She is my person in fact
My quirky lovely soulmate
Who has become my final act
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2026-08-04 at 02:12
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