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“The One Who Moves Me by Stewart Stafford Her caress and laughter, Cast out the darkness, And lull the choppy waters, Her embrace, a flowering meadow. Her absence stills the earth, Cracked ice on a frozen lake, Asphyxiating silence descends, The Faustian poker of loneliness. Lexicons filled with her silences, Seismic shifts of stinging rage, She, in naked imperfection as I, Together, reuniting in shelter. © Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
The One Who Moves Me by Stewart Stafford
Her caress and laughter,
Cast out the darkness,
And lull the choppy waters,
Her embrace, a flowering meadow.
Her absence stills the earth,
Cracked ice on a frozen lake,
Asphyxiating silence descends,
The Faustian poker of loneliness.
Lexicons filled with her silences,
Seismic shifts of stinging rage,
She, in naked imperfection as I,
Together, reuniting in shelter.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.