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dreaming of hammocks
and hikes, hand-holding
and your hips pressed
against mine,
i am dreaming.
i am dreaming.
dreams floating,
sleepwalking into
this domain
that is so strange
and so new,
but so you.
hold my hand
into the forest
where you are king,
where i am foreign.
lead us into this space,
and let us dream.
a quiet testimony
to lie awake
in this lucid place,
where we control this,
finally hold this.
a place where my
reveries are delighted
by your face.
my dreams have missed
this place. and they've
missed you.
and hikes, hand-holding
and your hips pressed
against mine,
i am dreaming.
i am dreaming.
dreams floating,
sleepwalking into
this domain
that is so strange
and so new,
but so you.
hold my hand
into the forest
where you are king,
where i am foreign.
lead us into this space,
and let us dream.
a quiet testimony
to lie awake
in this lucid place,
where we control this,
finally hold this.
a place where my
reveries are delighted
by your face.
my dreams have missed
this place. and they've
missed you.
Literature
ten things about us
i.
shes a trick of the light; beams at me
aimlessly and tips back onto the carpet floor
the fibers scratch my knees as i hover
ii.
we were drunk on the couch - pasta and pinot noir
i topple tipsy, on top of her
iii.
she crumples her napkins and i fold them neatly -
bitten fingernails catch in the seams of my heart
iv.
im a mess around her
flyaways and the buttons of my shirt are
mismatched, like you and me
she laughs and smooths down all of my crinkles
inside and out
v.
i asked her to put me back together
while her ears were plugged with sleep
vi.
i trace the shape of the air with my palm
as she speeds down the four-oh-five
im still
Literature
October 19th
October 19th
I arrived at home a pure soul
but I retreat a mosaic of soles.
Yes, I have been stepped on,
I have been led and brought on, spat on,
had the rod on, been beat and been broke.
At least you like my lyric.
At least your bootmarks no longer ache
and glow hurt-red. Marks, my words
when they pelt the ground, raindrops
falling but not on my head;
they cool my wounds. Even nature
is sympathetic. It gives you a sun today
and an excuse to burst from your dungeon.
I say take that chance. There is a want
for freedom there. Boot-march is a twisted
soundtrack there and it has gotten old;
the bright thoughts of bright leaves
and the dear face
Literature
Same Soul
Sometimes fewer words mean more:
We've both lived a thousand lives,
and passed each other a thousand times.
But in every single instance darling,
my stare at you has stayed the same.
So forgive me for wavering,
and for any delay I caused.
I had to check every pair of eyes you see,
to find the same ones in which I got lost.
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hues of you
color me nervous
but true--
this is my truth
and this feels right.
your hue
colors my view
through--
this is my truth
and this feels light.
you
color my light
anew--
this is my truth
and this feels like.
like maybe we
have something
we can build.
like maybe we build
a hammock
with our bare hands and,
hike in the sun's view.
--
imagine this with me:
lying together,
over days both familiar, and not.
veering off into slumber,
everything finally coming to rest.
you're asleep on my chest,
only us in this place.
unlike anything before now; we made this.
color me nervous
but true--
this is my truth
and this feels right.
your hue
colors my view
through--
this is my truth
and this feels light.
you
color my light
anew--
this is my truth
and this feels like.
like maybe we
have something
we can build.
like maybe we build
a hammock
with our bare hands and,
hike in the sun's view.
--
imagine this with me:
lying together,
over days both familiar, and not.
veering off into slumber,
everything finally coming to rest.
you're asleep on my chest,
only us in this place.
unlike anything before now; we made this.
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