Stranger Intervention

Stranger Intervention

I wake up thirsting
to kiss a stranger
comfy in her feel
perfection in her smile

the brush of her fingers sparked
the reinvention of a spirit scathed
by past trials
undoing the justice brought
down by judgment’s gavel

but I smell freedom now
clear and crisp as a country’s night air
un-complicating the thought
of breathing again

she says I can simply be me

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