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Come find me where the light stops —
and shadows grow fuzzy,
as if afraid to bleed.
Come find me where the buds push upward —
soft earth giving way to merciful sun.
Petals, exhaling.
Come find me where soul and body meet —
one breath, holier
than prayer.
Come find me where my name rolls —
feral on your tongue, echoing on
before it’s gone.
Come find me where ache and ecstasy tangle —
until they share
a single skin.
Come find me where the wild things are —
for here at last, I belong.
I, too, am a
wild thing.
-June
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This is an absolute serve.
Beautifully written 🤍