that weight on my shoulders
it is no feather
nor unbearable
i will carry us
carry you
carry me
through brambles
through flame
through disaster
i will be the disaster
so will you
we will not emerge
unscathed
but we will emerge
together
i would fit you in my pocket
if i could
but
you already fit in my heart
in that spot between my shoulder blades
where our wings emerge
——
Words and Feathers 
With a love that’s heart wrenching, no one emerges unscathed. Thrilling words — especially the last few words. Are you as romantic outside of your poetry?
Not really. Or at least I don’t think so. 😥
Wow, lovely 🙂
Thank you!
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Beautiful.
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