http://slow.writerscafe.org/sapphiresunbeam The original writings of author Kara Emily Krantz en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968781 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the evening’s whispers, I seek you. only to find you.  I find you pressed against the treebark of my words. Entangled in the curves of my roots. Leaning into the light of my-- Why do I know you in this intimate way? I scratch it, but it won’t go away.  Seeking, searchin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sapphiresunbeam/1932474/ If I’m torn apart, it’s only by your gaze.The hazy way my eyes perceive while you’re around - The corners of my vision a blur. My body leaning perceptively towards yours, as if seeking solace in your embrace; as if laced by intoxication, as if, deep down, I’m shakenand stirre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sapphiresunbeam/1743068/ This poem is meant to be read (line by line) forwards and then backwards. 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