Poem: Wavery

 

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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