What you have tried to sustain in earnest that has not born fruit, you have permission now to send it off - out to sea, or down the river, where someone else’s dreams are cheering with wine and celebratory company.
pour through me again. love, i have missed you. kiss me gently on the highest part of my cheek, where the skin is soft and sensitive to the way your lips press down, letting me know you feel the tender parts.
soften my spirit while preserving the strength to be bold in my caring, and fierce in my knowing.