First – If you’re an email subscriber, sorry for spamming you.
Second – Thanks for indulging me. Excuse any typos. Let the games begin.
EMBERS IN THE MORNING SUN
— Day begins
Missing last night’s lover
Only they can understand
I only hope they understand
Lips licked taste of
Lingering cardamom
And sawdust
Of this, the one forever time
Eyes closed
Skin remembers
Some slight singe of white fire heat
Wrought by ecstatic revelation
The colors of the sky change
to match your rising voice.
Days don’t hold together.
I only hope you’ll understand.
Jason Preu 
I enjoyed the spamming! Followed while working.. as email is apparently the only thing I read whilst working.
“Working”
Tries to say out of the poetry rabbit hole by only reading email poetry while working.. aka the ones I know I’ll enjoy, infallible, and subscribed.
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🤘🤘Thank you so much, HM! For real! You can only imagine what “work” was like on this end today… 😯
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