i am

walking

somewhere

on

the verge

of

waking.

i dream.

i grasp

your hair

your throat your

wrists your hips.

you.

press my lips

tightly

to your

locked

heart and soul ,

find and hear

and match

the neatly

pulsed

rhythm

contained

only

within you.

and

then

awake

to

a new

and

sudden

dawn.

Advertisements