one way door
into a mind like yours
brimmed with thoughts
of wonder,
two bright eyes
cast
on windexed
glass
enticing me to
enter.
abstract
i floated over creaky
bridge
like we had in swells
of summer,
where fireflies
with star
shaped
eyes
lead us safely
to its greener side.
we huddled under
street lamps
waiting for the
storms to
pass,
grateful for each
icy flake
that settled on my
dirty face.
when winter
folds
and
spring behaves
i’ll be
at your door
but not a teardrop
before
you emerge from
grave.
“we’ll step into
stars
and dread not their
brightness,”
said shielding
our eyes
for fear we may
like it.
an enchanting song
of slumber
found me
combating its tow,
unready
for surrender
into dreams
unknown.
must have read
this passage
a hundred
times
before what you
shared
sunk
in
like sun
into unsettled lake
at first throb
of dusk.
you helped me
disappear
when i couldn’t stand
my own sight,
so i danced
invisible
in time’s harsh
spotlight.
often, late
at night
i wait for you in
the corner of
my bed
as though you’ll
show
and guide me
by the hand
over to an open
window
to stare down
the moon together,
although i know
better.
“we’ll take it slow,”
you said
“let’s see where
this heads..”
sounded well and
wise at the
time,
but here you lay
tangled in
mine.
hands in the garden 
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