Acceptance Charm
She’ll take the river’s trace
over curl and leaf
and the street’s
dead end,
riveting eyes
even as they blink.
The narcotic’s benediction.
Renewal. Sleep.
That bed remains unmade,
stripped of purpose: no
caress a thigh would
recognize
dark fingers writing in air
“Acceptance Charm” last appeared here in April 2018.
O at the Edges 
I’m clearly lost here … but intrigued with individual lines and multiple interpretations … Smack in the middle of the confusion, you offer: “Renewal. Sleep.”
[Confession: at 2:00pm a nap is tempting.]
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I never used to take naps. Now they frequently tempt me!
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Suitably creepy
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Well, it is almost Halloween! 🙂
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🙂
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