In Sync


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how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places that set us free
but the silent moments embraced when breaths
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places that we’ve seen
but the silent moments shared when tears
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places that pressed our lips
but the silent moments taken when kisses
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
not the times nor places where we live
but the silent moments filled when sun and moon
rise and fall in sync

how I love thee
let me count
all the times and places where we loved
in those silent moments placing stars for each
near and far in sync

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wanted to share my new tattoo, its still fresh and healing.
Being here on wp with all of you has been a wonderful experience, one i hope to continue sharing. This is Post 500 dedicated to You. my friends.
I also share on Tumblr, this too, is for those who inspire me there.

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Homage to EBB…a genius mind

6 thoughts on “In Sync

  1. What a lovely thought it was to dedicate your 500th post to all of us, it’s been a pleasure reading your words and I hope to carry on doing so for a long time. Hugs ❤

    1. Ciao Oscar. Thank you and thank you for reminding me to pay homage to EBB. I’ll make it right. Was a little out of it when written and forgot to give credit.
      The scars on my arm don’t do the tat justice. Will raise a glass of my own but to you. For your support and valued comments. I really do appreciate it. 🙏❤️

  2. This is funny. I looked first at the picture and was going to ask if this was a personal photo. Down I scroll and yes – it is! I love it, smiles. Just got one a couple weeks ago and I adore it. I need a Sugar Daddy just for tats! Forget food and furniture… 😀
    Before I wander too far down the ADD track – I love your poem too. K~xx

      1. Maybe a PM. I’ve nothing naughty per se but it might be more kei than anyone wants to see, lol! I can tell you it’s all custom and the piece I love best is old. It’s a redux by by daughter of a drawing she did of me when she was 7-8. She drew me as a “teenager angel, a feisty guardian with eagle feather wings (for my heritage). It’s on my left shoulder beside one of the shoulder divots that some folks say are the marks of The Fallen or (like I prefer) The Watchers 🙂

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