resting on tin
roof,
transfixed by
perfect
view
of
all my eyes
reach,
scanning skyline
for distant
beach,
to wade through
in mind,
knee deep in
figment
tides,
till cool enough
to head
inside.
abstract
must we speak
for souls to
meld?
i quite like the
quiet way..
we invade each
other’s
mind,
from the other
side of
room
in
real time.
remember december?
those nights crept
quick..
on worn out
blades-
thru the everglades of
lazy days,
and don’t forget
july,
or their endless
eves..
on which we
so relied
to pass our
waking
time.
birds sound far-
crickets
close,
fireflies boast their
cozy glow,
you & i
nose to nose..
a faint breeze
tickling
both.
i find it hard
to focus
through your lip
movements,
just being
honest,
could watch you
speak for
hours
and
catch enough
in your
tone
to
affirm you’re
not alone.
rings around the
eyes
set on scaling
boundless
sky
to
find a
peephole,
to get a clearer
look inside–
to
spot..
what shall
no longer hide.
same lost walk
through
park
new marvels tug
at sleeve
to be
believed,
too busy peering
down, trying
not to
trip
over crack
in familiar ground..
to glance about
and see,
there’s far more to
perceive
than
draggin’ feet.
beyond the
veil,
i see you
true,
though you’d
prefer i
not..
as pale as you once
thought–
with eyes
so boundless blue.
as road forks
’round the
bend,
can’t see the
clearest way ahead,
though wheel turns all
the same,
no bad drivers left
to blame.
heavy
on theatrics,
more than a touch
dramatic..
while in
make
up,
crowd gasps as
he steps
out
from behind dark
drapes,
in nothing but his
top hat and
a cape.
hands in the garden 
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