Poem 5

My Similar Soul—
Falls in love with other heart beats;
my long-lost bed-warming fish-hook
sends others to the cotton-sheet corners.
My kitchen wants for burnt yellow cupcakes,
and you.
All of my fibers want for you,
but you, my Similar Soul,           
find a pace with other heartbeats,
lend advice  elsewhere,
lace shivering fingers with new secrets
reminiscing often—you promise—of me.
Your sweet desperate empathy, my sister,
pulls me away from your mind,
while I?
I fall in love with another soul,
less similar than yours.


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