Postcards From Within: Blue-inked, Pinked-blu

Blue-inked, Pinked-blu 
by Jane A. Odartey

nothing's old, 
dearest dearest, Sir,
nothing's new. 

Your heart bLINK 
our suffeRING. 
our surrendeRING.
We loved before eyes
stung. love still in 
blur. I am not without
you true. not you without 
me through. 

We breathe sinking
We breathe singing

slurping wordlessly
what isn't    yet    iz.

cell in cell as
hand in hand as 
space ≠ space.

thus think-feel-sense 
mine, yOURs, same.

Listen to my reading below:


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