Kaela Harmon
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

I would sit here

In the dark

My Next Runaway!

Next Time I Will, Hug You, With Intention:

We grip our fingers his mind on our resting backs

Contagious affection in the dark

Combing cradled hair between us

Rosey body- fluid senses

Boy sleeps with a firm pillow dreaming reason hormones

Face the lavender stars

Remembering the Sorrow!

Dearist ,

Is born body warmth

Passion at the bottom of the river

the connection feeling

Moonlight goodbyes

vulnerable frame of attachment

The Final Goodnight!

We grab our finger

We rest our heads

I kiss your left pointer finger knuckle, five times

And whisper “i love you” so silence that there was no need to open my mouth

Acceptance

His mind — An equation

Complex and misunderstood

Without a phone

Without care of others opinions

Laying our resting backs — five seasons — at sea (drifting)

Contagious affection in the Dark

Heat

Cool

Combing cradled hair between us

Rosey body- fluid senses

Rosey body- fluid senses

Rosey body- fluid senses

Boy sleeps with a firm pillow dreaming reason hormones

Face with lavender star eyes

Sweating out the toxics

Dear baby so love boy, you will never be mine and I’m okay with that,

You will always be yours.

Is born body warmth

We can hear the passing of the salmon

As we pass by

As we lay in the grass

As we fall into the light

Passion at the bottom of the river

Flowing upstream, the tears are elusive

the connection feeling

Moonlight goodbyes

Sunlight returns

vulnerable frame of attachment

Vulnerable skills

Frame my hips with your prints

Of a day

Attachment

Release your socks

Let go of your nicotine habit

Whats to come,

Next post sneak peak:

I have been waiting over a year to clasp our baby making parts together. I always feared that I would want more than he was offering. The last time he left my house he put his three fingers up and said “We can only see each other three days in a row, no more.” This couldn’t be sustainable to raise a family. I want babies. A home, with my husband. Those three fingers is all I heard.

Kaela Harmon

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