Hold me teddy-bear-close;
I no longer wish to wander wonder
wondering wandering down
restless paths of bad habits and a sickening, trickling sensation I can’t
Too long I’d been scribbling and crumpling,
scribbling and crumpling,
pacing and stumbling and shivering with an inability to
tear-dried eyes in the mirror.
Docked sailboats loomed in distant moonlight.
Stones at our feet formed a
the arrows leading
to pages within us
we’d been waiting to discover.
So we strolled away from shadowy, ebbing water
down a patch of miniature streetlamps
and sailboat-pulley wind chimes.
Hold me teddy-bear-close
and tell me it’s
to close my eyes.
In your smoldering sidelong
glance, hues of autumn resonate
and the script within me is