Stepping Stone

I am a reassurance

Not a primary pick

Make-do for the moment

To get by

A stepping stone

Testing the waters

Sinking on the first one

Or even stepping a few hops

Eliciting pleasure

And discarded

Soon after

Useless

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Pathways

Exchange is meant
To and fro, flowing serenely
Without protest, with assurance
Smooth transition
Carving ways slowly
Softly
Carefully
Treading light footsteps
Cotton balls of passion
Compromise
Thread and needle
Tight seams
Refusal as acceptance
Coloured red string
Harmoniously spaced
Smooth tugs
Wreathed in
Incorrect stitches undone
With mutual unraveling
Without a thread
There is no cloth
Without a trickle
There is no pathway
Without acknowledgement of fences
There is no harmony
Without limitations
There is no understanding

Dismissal

I drilled a hole in my door

So you could take a peak

But you opened ten wide

With the intention to compete

Who hurts more

Is not a race

Your ten do not exist

For my single one to replace

 

Run

You were at the tip of my fingers

The first thing on my mind

Embedded deep in my heart

And the last to fall behind

 

Now my finger tips are severed

My mind is such a mess

My heart only a muscle

As you vanish ahead of the rest