today i’ll take
it light..
only to find my way
back to
night.
should i tease
truth
from
treacheries?
..refuse to
stay
buried within
chest
caves under
regret.
hands tremble then
recede
like my body’s
braille
of language
failed
to mend intent
unsaid.
a bowl gathers
dust-
guarding keys that
seldom
turn
in lock of
door
impaled till
sore.
where are you
when
elsewhere and
scared
that you were
followed
there?
treading time’s blend
of clear and
clouded
pond fiercely
stirred
then
settled as if never
disturbed.
friend dearest reaches for
my hand on
stroll
and it’s a little
hard to
hold
hope when not
in control
of
the price of
gold.
sinking stripped
down-
splayed on couch
in mind,
vacant pleasures
at hand-
still feel it when
imagined..
you were here
tucked
into
me
like love note
used to
read.
ride me like the
longshot
in
a one horse
race-
still fails to
place.
i hold your eyes
in mine
to
feel what you
dream
when not
seen.
hands in the garden 
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