late thing | poem

poetry

If I travelled inside of your dreams

and found the secrets that hide in your sleep

beyond breathless, day visions of you

where your skin scent covers my lips

would I find you, would you

take me in your arms, once again

when you woke?

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In our day, a love is being reborn

in a motion that refuses to run  

towards waves that turn the pier, seaweed green

and encourage all the ‘gulls to float and scream.

I sit here

like split concrete by your side, once again.

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will we meet beyond a candlelit hour?  

that keeps us side by side

that keeps us side by side.