The Gravel in Your Guts.

My writing. by Gabriel James Miranda. I write poetry and prose. I like good books and good tea. I am stranger among the stange. If you don't like to read, this isn't a good blog to follow.
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I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—-put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love

A taper in a rushing wind.

-Sara Teasdale, 1914