Reverie
My
reverie gets longer in time
Running
stairs,
Hurrying
on parks
The
pickup in the parking lot and once
In
front of a shrine.
Stories
got easy on our tongues
While
her poker hands got you bound.
Everlasting sacred mounds
Me
to new dimensions
I
awake, like a princess dressed for a war
In
your strong arms,
a
harbor of my soul
Bitter
old receipts of woes fade away
I
come out to light with you
One
flesh holding us in.
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