THE FAST

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Submitted Date 12/04/2018
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we lay our heads at the threshold
our bodies full
of prayer
calm
reflection
but not food

this will be
the first night in months
that we are home together
before eight

our kitten
will be surprised
our spirits exhale
a gentle sigh

mine
longs to be emptied
of vain desires
of doubt
and worry

to nibble
on the little treats
of life

his giggle
warm hands
coarse hair

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  • Tomas Chough 5 years, 1 month ago

    This felt like some cozy scene from a movie. The image you picked also helped with the vibe. Great work Andrea!

  • Miranda Fotia 5 years, 1 month ago

    Very sweet poem!