Monday, February 20, 2017

Constrained







Constrained


Your crystal-clear body
in the sunlight
still in its dream stage.
I stop to pick up your breath
and hear other songs.

You stand by a window and sulk.           
I reassure you there is nothing
to worry about. Your eyes sink
to the ground as I walk away.

A tear descends on daybreak.
For your benefit forgetfulness
and passion remain tattered.

I leave you in the middle of your moment
and come back to mine. I set aside
this fool’s paradise
and revert to being a name.

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