You texted… lingering
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Last night and today I have been thinking of you
in my dream we were together and as real
as all the times I have seen you before
like memory, months, and I was still angry, holding
an arm’s distance, quiet and soaking Us up,
it has been so long.
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I reckon it is less than dream
I met you there very real,
very real all I remember is Us,
a clear, fused sensation
not of where or what around
just Us and the white space
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Your emotion, your energy was outside
of my body, one or both of us visiting the other –
no longer is dream
our most holy plain to convene
Where have you been?
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I could not, have not ever wanted
to control you, to push away your change
Maybe these times, this is how
we meet, we touch. Funny though, you are just as yourself
all glowing and golden and gasping to be liked
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You do not think of me this way
anymore, do not seem to
hold the life of Us, to be had or to have
with warmth and trust
Touch; our principal alignment
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We are a long pang, energy
reverberating in every ounce of blood –
this enough like proof of flesh ties Us
or hunger I chase it madly and wonder,
just out of pure sweet wonder, do you
stand and feel it rumble under sole?
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Blind and lying face up to the sun
You are, across a lifetime of months
when once, shared bed and catalogues, newsrooms
of thoughts all we did was rattle
on and on of Us, a source to so much song
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Do you hear me, tender to the wind
I have been reaching, singing finally
at last in long months of lull
Free and hopeful, rebirthing
waiting for new form, new life
You know not yet of
I know You hear, You always hear
wonder when You’ll listen
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