Wavery
carried through another night,
to look is to feel
on this bridge of you and i,
this spine-like arch of memories
which floats warm but not so safe
amid deserts, snowfall and Tarot-esque leaves,
and then back to these duets,
our intimacies
of soliloquy and candenza.
the moon speaks in trickles here
on passion-flecked waters,
each sparkle a wavery footstep
lost between innocence and time.
the sun expands through billions of
minnows birthed by our sexual songs,
and when we turn to look back,
it is familiar yet new,
this treasure chest of the hardbitten
and yet sometimes effortless aspects of trust.
doesn’t it feel, we have been, you and i,
everything and everywhere,
like a whirl of chamelons and petrels,
seducing each other to dance
across so many elaborate worlds
and shores.
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