that branch hangs
heavy
over your
brow,
it’s birdless and
parched
and lacking in
bark,
yet, you spot beauty
in it somehow.
Author: grumpygorman
i get too eager
whenever you’re near,
i crowd your
space-
breathe in your
face,
must take
a step back
to see you
clearer.
a heart holds
hidden
but still beating where
nobody hears
a sound,
i rest my ear
flush to your chest
to feel it
pound.
i’m close enough to
taste your words
before they’ve left
your mouth,
as practice in
restraint-
i shall wait
till they
come
out.
with cracked hands
all over my
years–
i shiver just
enough
to remind me i’ve
been touched.
a trepid touch ignites ashes
on washed
skin,
like a stream
of dreams
untainted and flowing
towards no clear
ending-
to find pleasure in
the gentlest
of ripples.
under
the awning,
it appeared
you were yearning
in ways could be barely
contained,
and it took but
a moment
to see moisture
falling
was not only
rain.
we stalled and cranked
the windows
down
to lure fireflies
into our
car,
then found their sight
a bit too
bright
along with the shine
of a sky full
of stars.
your eyes like
stars
glow
near then far–
vanishing into
the night,
i caught them
once..
then let them
go,
for fear of dimming
their light.
is it easy
to see within
when you peel the shadow
from skin?
can you tell where
natural light
begins
and darkness
ends?
hands in the garden 
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