My Soul Hears
my soul hears your poetry
before it's anxious drastic lines
appear to perspicacity
within your broad, elastic mind.
and my heart feels each wound you own
before the metaphor occurs
before you even write the poems,
i've heard the rhymes; i know the words.
because my love for you transcends
these bodies - minds - the years between.
tho unity i comprehend,
to youthful vision goes unseen.
poem by Moon Batchelder
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