The In Betweens

I take breaks. In between,
I do work that’s needed to be made.
I hold my breath, and count the air I take
in between.  I close my eyes sweetly, and then slowly
open them to the dreamy world
in between my eyelids.
I part my lips softly, and let my tongue slip past gently
in between. And all the love in between.
They grow. They grow. They grow.

The slight creases on your forehead and the skin
in between.
I kiss.  The folds in your worn fingers
and all that is felt in between.
I hold.  The quiet conversations we hold
in between the short silence.  I hear.
The little secrets in between
lines read and lines said.  I dutifully keep.
The many cracks on the wall and the darkness
in between.
They grow.  They grow.  They grow.

The sun that automatically rises in between
the darkness.  The clandestine moon that stays hidden
in between blinding daylight.
The stars that keep still in between the passing time.
And all that space
in between.
They grow.  They grow.  They grow.

In between the rising and falling
of the rushing tides and in between
the lonely waves of the dawning light is where all is lost
and all is found.
The prayers in between
and the soul that gleams.
I grow and grow and grow.

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Author: Jennifer Longinos

I'm a freelance writer and a homeschooling mom of two awesome toddlers. If we aren't out on an adventure, we spend most of our days tickling each other on the bedroom floor, making things explode in the kitchen, jumping on piles of laundry before and after washing, or just doing random little things that make life absolutely worth it.

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