Whale Song I think about him hard enough that his ribs begin to ache. We sit out our sentence, wanting & wanting & wanting. We love so much we burn. His wet eyes pour over me like something & that something is baptism. There is no force Like lust pinning up the evening. Go on he says And I begin to glow. The world is this room And his voice is a whale song And God is this unmarked space Between him and I.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
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